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He appeared at the Marsh one Sunday ht face and a curious self-possession

a his shyness, a native unawareness of what other people

ht be, since he was himself

When Anna came downstairs in her Sunday clothes, ready for

church, he rose and greeted her conventionally, shaking hands

His manners were better than hers She flushed She noticed that

he now had a thick fledge on his upper lip, a black,

finely-shapen linehis wide mouth It rather repelled

her It reminded her of the thin, fine fur of his hair She was

aware of soh upper notes, and very resonant

middle notes It was queer She wondered why he did it But he

sat very naturally in the Marsh living-room He had sowens, that

made hiely inti entle towards hi ive wen

"Don't be ridiculous," she cried, flushing

"Nay," he said, "what collection's this?"

"You know it's the first Sunday of thethis, as he er?

"I want some collection," she reasserted

"So tha says," he replied indifferently, looking at her, then

turning again to this nephew