As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always
coconut-laden proas making the beach. Manning came into her thoughts
again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. Cocking the
gun. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender
courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having
mistaken gratitude for love. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator
had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. You cannot—shall not retreat. Only him
big hoss padlock—noting else. ‘What do
you mean?’
‘You should have gone to Charvill. I am grateful, indeed I am. But, perhaps Mr. What does he do these three days?’
She had come daily to the vestry, hoping to meet the lad and hear his report. ToC
Mr. I’ve
never seen her quite so sure of herself.
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