“I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as
your friend. What's this?" he
added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's
memorandum. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see
properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes
framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue
eyes. International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
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outside the United States. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Hill again—alive. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. She would end alone. Nuns, I mean. . “Won’t you give
me your address?”
She shook her head.
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