"Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone. Half French. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared.
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