The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Trenchard was tempted to examine the contents of some of these cases, but a closer inspection made him recoil from them in disgust. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. . It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. “They’d better not,” said Hetty. I will endeavour.
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