Presently Boris stopped and pointed with his forefinger. It was moonlight, and in front of them was a stone seat on which sat two figures. “He _is_ a dog,” said Anthony to himself. “And what’s more, a pointer!” He strode forward. Boris melted into the shadows. The two figures rose to meet him. One of them was Virginia—the other—— “Hullo, Joe,” said a well remembered voice. “This is a great girl of yours.” “Jimmy McGrath, by all that’s wonderful,” cried Anthony. “How in the name of fortune did you get here?” “That t…
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