Courtlaw,” Anna said, “and my solicitors, Messrs. He offered me at once an engagement. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. At least I can’t talk to them. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. And later they paddled in a boat above the mysterious deeps of the See, and peered down into the green-blues and the blue-greens together. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood.
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