"You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. ‘But this Englishwoman,’ asked the man Valade, his puzzlement plain to see, ‘who was she?’ The question irritated Charvill. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. And, lastly, there's Mr. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion.
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