He followed. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. "Do you still refuse to make one!" "I have made one," replied Lady Trafford. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. It was a different world.
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