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“What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. ”
“And in Paris——”
“In Paris,” he interrupted, “she was a very delightful companion, but beyond that
—one did not take her seriously. There was no such a thing as
perfection in a mixed world. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees,
and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of
the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses
which constitute the village of Neasdon. He was a
business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical
side of life. I’m behaving shockingly, I know.
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