"I dare not, Rowland," she answered. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. It was in this state that Mark McCloskey caught her. "And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his outlandish name?" "Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. This smile was more harrowing even than her former rigid look. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. It wasn't worth while to invest imaginatively a man with evil projects simply because he was physically ugly. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. They would be partners only in loneliness.
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