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"Away they went, and I was just wondering whether I should not do

well to follow them when up the lane came a neat little landau,

the coachman with his coat only half-buttoned, and his tie under

his ear, while all the tags of his harness were sticking out of

the buckles. It hadn't pulled up before she shot out of the hall

door and into it. I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment,

but she was a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for.

"'The Church of St. Monica, John,' she cried, 'and half a

sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.'