I shall send you my address; do write as usual.
He collected all the photographs he had of her--amateur groups, taken by Mrs.Dennant--and packed them in the pocket of his shooting-jacket.
There was one where she was standing just below her little brother, who was perched upon a wall.

In her half-closed eyes, round throat, and softly tilted chin, there was something cool and watchful, protecting the ragamuffin up above her head.

This he kept apart to be looked at daily, as a man says his prayers..