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Updated: May 1, 2025
So, having whistled and called in vain, she crossed the stile and looked down the road towards Iddingfield. There was the tiresome beast, if you please, a hundred yards away, gambolling clumsily round the legs of a man walking towards her. Her second whistle brought the animal to a sense of duty, and he trotted towards her, with many pauses to look back reluctantly at his new friend.
"There is no one to receive you," she replied. "Besides, the village isn't very interesting." "Awful," said Dick. "Worst beer in England." Amaryllis did not reply. When they were amongst the trees, he spoke again. "I know Randal was to meet me at St. Albans, but I 'phoned from Iddingfield and told 'em to send him back at once.
I got my car back from the vet. at mid-day, and if I hadn't had a bit of a smash just outside Iddingfield, I'd have got here before." Amaryllis was a quick walker, and had set a good pace up the slope from the stile. Suddenly she remembered her companion's nick-name, and, slackening her speed, involuntarily glanced down to see if indeed this man were lame. He came up beside her.
Amaryllis found her father and Sir Randal at the breakfast-table. "I'm so glad I'm not the laziest," she said, as she took her seat. "I'm afraid you are, my dear," replied her father. "Dick's fetching his car from Iddingfield," explained Randal. The air was torn by three distinct wails from a syren. "How unearthly!" said Amaryllis, with her hands to her ears. "That's Dick," said his brother.
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