’ ‘Who were they?’ she asked abruptly. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. "Good night, Master. They are mine! They were sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards.
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