Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. He appeared to be strangely uncommunicative, though I tried to draw him out. ” He took up his hat.
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