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MALLOCK W.
In an enchanted island
page 189 View PDF version of this page than this. Needless to say I jumped at it, and I was still expressing my satisfaction when a shadow dark-ened the window, and gliding past it was Mrs. St. John herself. She will, I know, not think it an im-pertinence if I venture to speak of her as slim and graceful, and to say that she seemed to me the moment she entered the dining-room like the em-bodied spirit of her house, as I have just tried to describe it.
186 IN AN ENCHANTED ISLAND
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