But I did not answer her that. I only thanked her, or tried to thank

her, I dare say in such surly fashion that it was more like a

rebuff; then I was off, but I felt her standing there close to the

white-blooming hedge, staring after me with that inscrutable look of

an immature girl who questions doubly all she sees, beginning with

herself.




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