Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. “Is Miss Stanley coming up with us?” “I go second,” she said, “and change at Wimbledon. You're a queer lad. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild.
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