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Three tiers of stone steps led up to the portico of Hill House, and as Mary climbed them her knees felt smooth under the skirt of her black frock. Delicious sense of smoothness! She stood at gaze a moment, forgetful of the other two, looking back and down over the park with its old trees spaced upon the evening grass. The slanting sunlight touched everything and smoothed it, and even the shadows looked sleek and gracious, like soft eyes--meditative and gentle.
Fream met them in the hall, appearing in a doorway like an automaton that had been set in motion by the sound of their voices. Jessup stood to take wraps and coats. There was a moment's chatter.