The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. They entered a hansom and turned on to the Embankment. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast.
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