I have never lived there." "Have you lived here ?" "Yes." The tone was perfectly self-possessed and equally dry.

He tried her again.
"My brother says you have a very pleasant place." There was no answer at all this time.

Winthrop gave it up as a bad business.
It had grown nearly dark.

She hurried on, as much as was consistent with a pace perfectly steady.

About half a mile from the village she came to a full stop, and looked towards him, almost for the first time.
"You can leave me now.