When we reached the terraced walk, which my father made a little before his death, and which, running under the windows at the rear of the Chateau, separates the house from the new lawn, St. Alais looked round with eyes of scarcely-veiled contempt. "English fashion!" he answered with a shrug and a polite sneer. "And you prefer to see all this grass from your windows?"…
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