She shook her head. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. Then, if you weren’t looking, he’d get five feet closer. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested.
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