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The victoria passed a stone house ide lawns and an inhospitable air

of wealth and i,

areen sea; and one expected a fine lady to

coh he had

never seen the place before, it struck Harkless with a sense of

familiarity "Who lives there?" he asked abruptly

"Who lives there? On the left? Why that--that is the Sherwood place,"

Meredith answered, in a tone which sounded as if he were not quite sure of

it, but inclined to think his information correct Harkless relapsed into

silence

Meredith's home was a few blocks further up the same street; a capacious

house in the Western fashion of the Seventies In front, on the lawn,

there was a fountain with a leaping play of water; maples and shrubbery

were everywhere; and here and there stood a stiff sentinel of Loruous and comfortable; and, on the

porch, sheltered fro

plants, a white-jacketed negro appeared with a noble slasses and a crystal pitcher,

against whose sides the ice clinked sweetly There was a complement of

straws