He had invited himself to dine with her
merely to watch her table manners. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?”
“Promise me you will never tell anyone. A little inn flying a Swiss
flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and
lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. "
"I've had the hard work to do, at all events," rejoined Jack, "But I won't
complain. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. She crooked her finger. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. This was a
much more serious task than he anticipated. So it is that I do not do these things.
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