Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. “Perhaps for myself I do not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having been deceived. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham.
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