To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. ’ Gerald eyed her.
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