With one more errand to go-the purchase of a hunting falcon-Andrew Blackshear has Christmas completely under control. The clouds broke above him, he turned down a lane whose towering yews promised a bit of shelter, and trouble found him, in torrents that put the winter squall to shame. His first glimpse of the girl would then have been indoors, seated, with her hair bound tidily back, and their first dialogue would have been an inquisition so tedious as to temper the allure of those great swooping clean-edged curves that made up her prodigal mouth.īut with no way of knowing what lay in store, he hadn't any reason to avoid the detour.
The trouble, Andrew Blackshear would later reflect, might all have been avoided if he'd simply kept to the main road.
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