This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. Lucy followed her. You think you will. An uncomfortable silence followed. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. I want to leave it for ever. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers.
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