” She led the way, talking all the time to Ennison. That’s— that’s my private life. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. She was fine and tender.
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