Kit could have stroked his back.
II
THE MAN ON THE CLIFF
CHAPTER XXV
THE GENTLEMAN BOWS
I
The man was babbling French and weeping; weeping over a dead woman.
So much was clear.
His back was against the light. He wore no hat; and here and there a hair caught the sun and flashed like the sword of a fairy.
The dead girl must be lying with her head in his lap.