In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in
legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as
strongly imprinted. She knew that to expect more
now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. Her confession was still unmade. “Quite unusually
cold for the time of year,” he said. “This life is killing me! Oh, it
is dull, dull, dull!”
Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. It isn’t. She went to her room and changed the
loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. ‘No. ’
‘Had a certificate for it,’ argued Roding. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in
its way—to get anything out of them.
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