Now, will you do me the honour of lunching with me, Miss Pellissier?” Anna hesitated. He went on. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. Jack was not half your age when he died. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. ’ ‘But that would make her half French,’ Hilary pointed out. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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