The Good Comrade by Una Lucy Silberrad
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to be off. With reluctance, and many times repeated regrets, they
collected their wraps and baskets, and got into the carriage. "Good-bye, beautiful wood, good-bye!" Denah said, leaning far out as they started. "Oh, if one could but remain here till the moon rose!" "It would be very damp," her mother observed. "The dew would fall." To which incontestable remark Denah made no reply. The return journey was much like the drive there, with one exception; they passed one object of interest they had not seen before. It was when they were nearing the outskirts of the town that Anna exclaimed, "An Englishman! Look, look, Miss Julia, a compatriot of yours!" The season was full early for tourists, and at no time did the place attract many. Englishmen who came now probably came on business which was unlikely to bring them out to these quiet, flat fields. But Anna and Denah, who joined her in a much more demonstrative look-out than Marbridge would have considered well-bred, were insistent on the nationality. "He walks like an Englishman," Anna said, "as if all the world belonged to him." "And looks like one," Denah added; "he has no moustache, and wears a glass in his eye, look, Miss Julia." Julia looked, then drew back rather quickly. They were right, it was an Englishman; it was of all men Rawson-Clew. |
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