Intent upon my occupation, I went on struggling. My back was to him; but there are times when one can feel a pair of eyes fixed as surely as one could feel a hand placed on the nape of one's neck.
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Now, looking back, I wonder at myself.
Was there really that time when I never wished to see him? Was he still nothing to me, then? It seems incredible to me, after all that has come since.
But, that late afternoon, all in the fragrant atmosphere of the milk that rang in the pails, with the sweet grass-scented breath of the cows all about me, he was nothing to me, nothing still but an intruder.
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With a sigh of exasperation I tugged at the warm, leathery udder of Clover. Strenuous minutes elapsed. Still Captain Holiday stood by, saying no word to me, but always watching.
Always conscious of his presence, I saw nothing of him but his shadow flung before him, clean-cut blue on the yellow-white wall of the stable.
Then I heard Mrs. Price asking him if he were comfortable at the lodge?
So that was where he lived; Vic had told me there was quite a swanky big lodge to the hospital grounds.