Chapter VI. Ghosts of Dead Things
"It was here," she said, as they passed through the walled garden seawards, "that I saw you first--you and the other gentleman who was so kind to me." Wingrave nodded. "I believe that I remember it," he said; "you were a mournful-looking object in a very soiled pinafore and most untidy hair." "I had been out on the cliffs," she reminded him, "where I am taking you now. If you are going to make unkind remarks about my hair, I think that I had better fetch a hat." "Pray don't leave me," he answered. "I should certainly lose my way. Your hair in those days was, I fancy, a little more--unkempt!" She laughed. "It used to be cut short," she said. "Hideous! There! Isn't that glorious?" She had opened the postern gate in the wall, and through the narrow opening was framed a wonderful pictur
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