“Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. That, I think, is manifest. Sheppard, which she gratefully declined. And I, I am happy to say, am in the delightful position of being in the know. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. I did not lay any traps for her. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue.
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