Here one might live the life of golden days. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allys does me good.
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