It was the beginning of June. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. ‘What has that to say to anything?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. A rock gave way to deep water. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. Me, I have a question for you first.
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