I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. "I guessed from your dress and manner, Sir, that you must have been long absent from your own country," said Kneebone; "and now I'm convinced of it, or you wouldn't have asked that question. ” “Did it come—in Paris?” “I do not know,” he answered. A vast indifference settled down upon him.
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