“Does he live here?” he asked her presently. “But it makes me feel inhuman,” he added. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. An influence of this description appeared to be exerted on the present occasion. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. Beyond that everything was nebulous. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ’ Roding allowed that he had a point, and followed him as he began to mount the stairs. To fight inertia on the one hand and to study this queer girl on the other.
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