Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a
rare day when he was shoveling snow. Above her head
was an aura of white fire. Their chit-chat stopped when they
reached the bench. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. ’ But I
made sure it was you. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the
carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in
short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its
sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere
breathing of freshness. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up
with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and
followed every movement of his indicatory finger.
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