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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: lawn. Half-way, however, he stopped.
"We'd better go by the drive," he said. "This isn't a lawn; it's
a field. Where's the gardener these days?"
"There isn't any," I said meekly. "We have been thankful enough,
so far, to have our meals prepared and served and the beds aired.
The gardener who belongs here is working at the club."
"Remind me to-morrow to send out a man from town," he said. "I
know the very fellow."
I record this scrap of conversation, just as I have tried to
put down anything and everything that had a bearing on what
followed, because the gardener Halsey sent the next day played an
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