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Langley," rejoined Mrs. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. Teacher returned, and with her the casual sense of 146 order. ” He took his place by her side, and they talked lightly of London, the shops and people. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. All at once she became aware of sounds outside. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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