Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. I’ve never found them hostile. McClintock will be tuning up the piano to-day.
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