“How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. . ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon.
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