A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. Her impressions of this cardinal ceremony were rich and confused, complicated by a quite transitory passion that awakened no reciprocal fire for a fat curly headed cousin in black velveteen and a lace collar, who assisted as a page. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. He unhooked it from the front clasp. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that.
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