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Borden's car came to a standstill in the avenue, and Marcia looked across the strip of green turf towards the cottage with a queer little thrill of remembrance.
"You are sure you won't mind waiting? " she asked, as she sprang down. "If there is any fatted calf about, I'll call you in."