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Margery was walking slowly to and fro in the square garden, buried in her thoughts, when a firm step coming toward her made her raise her head, and she saw Lord Court, looking almost handsome and undeniably soldierly in the sunlight.
"I am sent after you, Miss Daw," he said, raising his hat with a smile that lit up his plain face. "Enid is pining for you, and thinks you will be fatigued with so much walking."