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He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!" "My dear, you forget—" "No, Mr. He kept that, but the rest. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. I think we will soon, though. " "I do not doubt it," retorted Winifred, scornfully; "because I attach credit neither to one nor the other. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. " There was a pause. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed.
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