" "Six weeks!" exclaimed Thames, in a melancholy tone. "What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the youth's view. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. " "Where did you get it?" inquired Thames. ” “If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five minutes,” she answered, “I think I can get rid of the others. There was a very white-faced youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner, and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon.
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