“Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river.
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