She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. She had warned him. ‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm you when you heard of it. You are much more like what I was then. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. ’ ‘Very true. I want you to turn me.
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