It was Roland, the Baron's son, on a fine black horse. He leaped down before the horse had stopped, and then stood there looking embarrassed.
'Ah, I see a very fine and interesting example of a...a...a big stone over there,' said Miss Tick in a sticky-sweet voice. 'I'll just go and have a look at it, shall I?'
Tiffany could have pinched her for
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