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"Here comes a tramp up the avenue again," said Mrs. Montgomery, with irritation. "That makes the second this week. I shall have to build a lodge. Why can't they go to the farmhouse? Tramps are very trying."
"He doesn't walk like a tramp," said Lee, "although his clothes certainly _are_ -- " Being a trifle shortsighted, she raised her lorgnette. She rose suddenly, turning her back to Mrs. Montgomery, and descended the steps of the verandah. Her knees and hands shook violently, and the blood rushed to her head; but she was some three minutes reaching the stranger, who had lifted his cap, then plunged his hands in his pockets, and at the end of that time her nerves were in the leash of her will.