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other man in brown and the Young Lady in Grey, with their backs towards
him. She turned her smiling profile towards Hoopdriver. "Only, you know,
brothers don't call their sisters--"
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Hoopdriver. "Damn!" said the other
man in brown, quite audibly, starting as he followed her glance.
Mr. Hoopdriver, with a fine air of indifference, resumed the Weald.
"Beautiful old town, isn't it?" said the other man in brown, after a
quite perceptible pause.
"Isn't it?" said the Young Lady in Grey.
Another pause began.
"Can't get alone anywhere," said the other man in brown, looking round.
Then Mr. Hoopdriver perceived clearly that he was in the way, and
decided to retreat. It was just his luck of course that he should
stumble at the head of the steps and vanish with indignity. This was the
third time that he'd seen HIM, and the fourth time her. And of course
he was too big a fat-head to raise his cap to HER! He thought of that at
the foot of the Keep. Apparently they aimed at the South Coast just
as he did, He'd get up betimes the next day and hurry off to avoid
her--them, that is. It never occurred to Mr. Hoopdriver that Miss
Beaumont and her brother might do exactly the same thing, and that
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