” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. He did not explain what had happened to her. Only you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to have changed—to have changed in some subtle manner which I find at times utterly bewildering. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. She would take this one back with her.
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