" "Pshaw!" cried Thames. "Go on. " Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. He could think about it later. A pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. What a contrast did the lovely scene she now gazed upon present to the squalid neighbourhood she had recently quitted! On all sides, expanded prospects of country the most exquisite and most varied. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent.
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