And it's uncanny. "What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. Whatever she does is minimized. It’s gone. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand.
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