I held out my hand. "Good luck!"
He took it, then dropped it quickly.
And quickly, without once looking back, he walked away.
I watched him hurrying across the links till one of the heath hollows swallowed him up.
As I turned to go back to my thyme-planting, I heard the dog-cart rattling along the stony road.
Madame Aurore!
I never finished planting the thyme.
CHAPTER XXIV
MADAME AURORE
Madame Aurore was little and wasted and shrill.
She had deep scars in her neck, and dead-looking yellow hair.