Consternation gripped him. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. I was compelled to run
away. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty
repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. Wild!" demanded
Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. . ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for
some reason or other. ”
“It’s dreadful for you to be here,” he said, indicating the yellow presence of
the first fog of the year without, “but your aunt told me something of what had
happened. . “When are you going away?” He asked. Was that it? Had she
clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so
alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated
her. Mr. New customs have prevailed over the old. ‘Come, cry
a truce.
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