Branny's coming." "Am I to take this for an invitation ?" "Of course you are.

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There will be speeches." "The dickens is, there won't be any trout at this rate!" "They'll be rising before evening," said Corona confidently.
"And, anyway, we can't hurry them." From far up stream, where the grey mass of the Cathedral blocked the vale, a faint tapping sound reached them, borne on 'the cessile air.' It came from the Pageant Ground, where workmen were hammering busily at the Grand Stand.