"He's lookin' very nice and like himself," mumbled the old woman, as she led the way.
At the open door of Sir Reginald's room stood Mr. Plumes, in professional black with a pensive and solemn countenance, intending politely to do the honours.
"Thank you, Sir," said the old woman graciously, taking the lead in the proceedings. "This is the you
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