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So they had stayed on shore, but in spite of herself, Ann's thoughts often
travelled back to the occasion of that last journey she had made on the
lake--with the purr of the motor-boat's engine in her ears and the odd,
unnerving consciousness of the Englishman's close proximity. She would have
liked to forget him, but there was something about the man which made this
impossible. Ann admitted it to herself with an annoyed sense of the
unreasonableness of it. He was nothing to her--not even an acquaintance,
according to the canons of social convention--and in all human probability
they would never meet again.
Yet, try as she might, she had been unable to dismiss him altogether from
her thoughts, and since his departure she had several times caught herself
wondering, with a fugitive emotion of odd trepidation, whether he would
ever return. Once she had even thought she descried him coming towards her
along the Grand' Rue, and when the figure which she had supposed was his
resolved itself, upon closer inspection, into that of a total stranger,
bearing only the most superficial resemblance to the man for whom she had
mistaken him, she experienced a totally disproportionate sense of
disappointment.
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