”
She had not, she reflected, remembered how prominent his eyes were. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. Ramage, that iron-gray
man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray,
astride of a black horse. We’ve deserted the posts
in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may
destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. ’
‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. ”
Part 4
They lay side by side in a shallow nest of turf and mosses among bowlders
and stunted bushes on a high rock, and watched the day sky deepen to evening
between the vast precipices overhead and looked over the tree-tops down the
widening gorge.
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