At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. ‘Now, madame, tell me all about your life in France.
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