You cannot depart hence. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. ” She nodded in the affirmative. "Don't touch me. Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. Wood," she continued, in an authoritative tone, seeing her husband ready to depart, "one word before you set out. ” “And you have sent him about his business. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. You can, too, if you wish. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. “I—I am sorry—I didn’t explain. I love the soles of your feet. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne.
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