Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. But I don’t want to. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. The stranger with a bow returned to his table.
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