And thus he lived.
Marty, of course, went to the front shop, and handed her packet to him silently.

"Thank you," said the barber, quite joyfully.

"I hardly expected it after what you said last night." She turned aside, while a tear welled up and stood in each eye at this reminder.
"Nothing of what I told you," he whispered, there being others in the shop.

"But I can trust you, I see." She had now reached the end of this distressing business, and went listlessly along the street to attend to other errands.

These occupied her till four o'clock, at which time she recrossed the market-place.
It was impossible to avoid rediscovering Winterborne every time she passed that way, for standing, as he always did at this season of the year, with his specimen apple-tree in the midst, the boughs rose above the heads of the crowd, and brought a delightful suggestion of orchards among the crowded buildings there.