The White People
Ambrose still handled delicately the green volume.
"Well, here it is," he said at last, parting with difficulty, it seemed, from his treasure.
"You will bring it back as soon as you have read it," he said, as they went out into the hall, into the old garden, faint with the odour of white lilies.
There was a broad red band in the east as Cotgrave turned to go, and from the high ground where he stood he saw that awful spectacle of London in a dream.
THE GREEN BOOK
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