She flew to the door, but returned the next minute, looking deeply disappointed, and bringing the intelligence that it was "only Mrs. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. . . The simile started a laugh in his throat. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. . Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space.
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