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. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his
heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white
uniform breeches. Then Valade—was
the man as big a fool as Nicholas?—tried again. What the devil is
the matter, Dunster?”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” the man answered, “there is a lady here to see you. Such stories were increasingly heard in English society.
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