He laughed and straightened up; and presently his eyes grew absent and his sun-burned hand sought his moustache.
"Have you misunderstood me ?" she asked in a low voice.
"How, child ?" "I don't know.

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Shall we walk a little ?" When they came to the stone fish-pond she seated herself for a moment on a marble bench, then, curiously restless, rose again; and again they moved forward at hazard, past the spouting fountain, which was a driven well, out of which a crystal column of water rose, geyser-like, dazzling in the westering sun rays.
"Nina tells me that this water rises in the Connecticut hills," he said, "and flows as a subterranean sheet under the Sound, spouting up here on Long Island when you drive a well." She looked at the column of flashing water, nodding silent assent.
They moved on, the girl curiously reserved, non-communicative, head slightly lowered; the man vague-eyed, thoughtful, pacing slowly at her side.