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The Romantic May Sinclair 6600K 2023-09-02

He laughed again, showing sate fell to with a thud and a click

"What do I do now?"

"You go north Straight ahead Turn down the fifth or sixth lane on your right--you'll see the sign-post Then the first lane on your left That'll bring you out at the top of the hill"

"Thanks Thanksher in his eyes till he turned

He would be out of sight now at the pace he was going; his young, slender, ski stride

She stood on the top of the rise and looked round He was halting down there at the bend by the grey cone of the lime kiln under the ash-tree He had turned and had his face towards her Above his head the battleship sailed on its green field

He began to co dropped on his path; then suddenly he stopped, turned again and was gone

There was no wire fro it would be before Gwinnie's o

She knew it by heart now, the long, narrow coffee-rooilt-fra west on to the ash-tree and the fields; the two straight s between, looking south on to the street

To-night the long table down the ha and strutting; two putty-faced un; one married one, pink and proper, and the son-in-law, sharp eyed and bald-headed From their table in the centre they stared at her where she dined by herself at her table in the bow

Two days She didn't think she could bear it one day more

She could see herself as she caht petunia, fla over eyebrows and ears And behind, the four wo on fat necks to look at her, reflected

Gwinnie's letter was there, stuck up on the mantel-piece Gwinnie could co on for five days longer, not to leave Stow-on-the-Wold till they could see it together A letter froha furtively If they knew--if they only knew She stood, reading