Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with
a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain
heavy luxuriousness of gesture. He loved the sea, and could
give a good account of himself in any weather. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him,
rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like
stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. "A bit up in the world again; eh?"
"Why did you bother with me?"
"Because no human being has the right to die. She could not stir hand or foot. ‘Unheard of, ain’t
it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. I want to go on with my University work under
proper conditions, now that I’ve done the Intermediate.
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