"Oh, I don't know anything about men's businesses," she said, laughing. "Only don't be too long away, Robin."
They passed down the garden, the three of them, together.
In Norfolk a woman sat at her window and watched the snow tumbling softly against the panes. The garden was a white sea—the hills loomed whitely beyond—the sky was grey with small white clouds, hanging like pillows heavily in mid-air.
The snow whirled and tossed and danced.
Clare turned slowly from the windows and drew down the blinds.
THE END
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BOOKS BY HUGH WALPOLE
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