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LAWRENCE followed into the house. He saw that the hall was in semi-darkness, as, indeed, was every room on the ground floor. The electric lights were burning brilliantly, though it was not yet mid-day.
The place itself was one mass of flowers--white flowers for the most part, but there were geraniums and begonias, too, the scent of which was almost overpowering. Outside was a conservatory or winter garden.