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Here we are." The victoria stopped in the side alley, bordered by the low walls of private grounds.

We got out before a wrought-iron gateway which stood half open and walked up a circular drive to the door of a large villa of a neglected appearance.

The mistral howled in the sunshine, shaking the bare bushes quite furiously.

And everything was bright and hard, the air was hard, the light was hard, the ground under our feet was hard.
The door at which Mills rang came open almost at once.