You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Too late now. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. Who was he?” “Intriguing.
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