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the restoration was complete I met Selwyn at the sundial. We had met there often in the course of the restoration, in which business we both took an extravagant interest.
“Now,” I said, “we’ll spin the penny. Heads you take the house, tails it comes to me.”
I spun the coin—it fell on the brick steps of the sundial, and stuck upright there, wedged between two bricks. She laughed; I laughed.
“It’s not my house,” I said.
“It’s not my house,” said she.
“Dear,” said I, and we were neither of us laughing then, “can’t it be our house?”
And, thank God, our house it is.
