dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen. He glanced about him at the unpruned garden, the tumble-down house, and the oak-grove under which the dusk was gathering. It had seemed so exactly the place in which he ought to have found Madame Olenska; and she was far away, and even the pink sunshade was not hers ...
He frowned and hesitated. \"You don't know, I suppose—I shall be in Boston tomorrow. If I could manage to see her—\"
dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen. He glanced about him at the unpruned garden, the tumble-down house, and the oak-grove under which the dusk was gathering. It had seemed so exactly the place in which he ought to have found Madame Olenska; and she was far away, and even the pink sunshade was not hers ...
He frowned and hesitated. \"You don't know, I suppose—I shall be in Boston tomorrow. If I could manage to see her—\"
