The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. In no way could he be said to contribute to the gaiety of the little party. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London.
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