“You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill
they called him?”
He nodded. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like
columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were
black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. 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. ”
“Sure, anything you want. “Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken
compact? I am very sorry. Yield up the
babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. “With me I believe that it is more. ”
He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure
just exactly where the trust came in. He shuddered.
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