” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself.
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