His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Still, one has to be reasonable. Her eyebrows, pulled down by the stress of thought, now resumed their normal arches; and pleased with her discovery, she smiled. ‘You imbecile. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. I have something that weighs heavily upon my mind. I was compelled to run away. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening.
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