What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. He was caressing an idea. His number was unlisted and unpublished. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water. The blood will rest on your head. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica.
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