He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. 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. But did Gerald trouble himself
about her? No. ’
‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. But
it appears he was picked up by fishermen, and carried to France, where he has
remained ever since, and where it would have been well for him if he had
remained altogether. She stood there with white set face and
nervously clenched fingers. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. Perhaps it was the
recollection of those happy days. Charvill’s fury was burning out. He seemed years
younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann
Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained
seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she
had come back again. "
The lad made no answer, but left the room.
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