A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. ’
‘Entertained, he says!’
‘Intrigued, then,’ amended Gerald equably, although truth to tell he was
enjoying the mystery enormously. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn
object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant
across from each other. ‘Not yet, madame. \"Where are you going?\" She cried. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong
by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. Anna sent her away. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to
his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. “You may go on with that work,” he said, “so long as you keep in harmony
with things at home.
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