It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. Running his hand carefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other side. ‘Not in the open street. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him.
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