She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. The water was cold but she waded deeper. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. She grasped at the right one, massaging where his grip had been and Gerald hoped he had not bruised her. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. ” She looked away from him. She agreed entirely with her brother. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. It comforts him when he is most forlorn.
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