‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. Seeing provisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence.
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