Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. She would write to Gerald. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. . She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. ‘No, I do not go back. Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman. Every moment.
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