The survey of the grounds was, in the plain mechanical sense, finished within the week. Honora had walked every boundary, chained every field, taken the height of every folly and the depth of every ha-ha. Her field-book bulged. By any honest reckoning her work at Wexcombe was done, and the correct and professional thing to do was to write to
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