He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. I could never make you understand. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil.
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