“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. They were bathing in the stream. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. “You do not know what you say. There’s sure to be a place somewhere.
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