Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

It sounds like it," said Edmund; "but which way did you turn after passing Sewell's farm?" ¡¡¡¡ "I answer no such irrelevant and insidious questions; though were I to answer all that you could put in the course of an hour, you would never be able to prove that it was _not_ Thornton Lacey--for such it certainly was." ¡¡¡¡ "You inquired, then?" ¡¡¡¡ "No, I never inquire. But I _told_ a man mending a hedge that it was Thornton Lacey, and he agreed to it." ¡¡¡¡ "You have a good memory. I had forgotten having ever told you half so much of the place." ¡¡

¡¡ Thornton Lacey was the name of his impending living, as Miss Crawford well knew; and her interest in a negotiation for William Price's knave increased. ¡¡¡¡ "Well," continued Edmund, "and how did you like what you saw?" ¡¡¡¡ "Very much indeed. You are a lucky fellow. There will be work for five summers at least before the place is liveable."