He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. She was too late. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon. “The man is dangerous. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. He halted and put out a hand to stop Hilary. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries.
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