He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. Youth finds it pleasant sometimes to be melancholy. It is extraordinary. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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