She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. ‘What is it?’ asked Roding. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully.
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