“I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. Whenever I feel particularly gregarious, I take the launch and run over to Copeley's and play poker for a couple of days. But not so much a pig as that man. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. You can borrow any of my outfits anytime, you know. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. Go, and let him in. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. Lord, I am sixty. Go off and live together—until we can marry.
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