. Paris, 18. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. She tried to keep her side up by declaring that he had put her into an impossible position, and he replied by shouting, “Nonsense! Nonsense! Any father in my place would have done what I did. Daughters were not like sons.
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