She had never thought of him at all in that way before. ’ For a moment he looked daunted. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. It’s just hard to keep things from her. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. I saw him ride away with that other fellow. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue.
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