‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. Beneath that tree let us lie.
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