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Van Zwieten's sins had evidently made no difference in his fortunes. He appeared to be flourishing like the proverbial green bay tree. He was dressed in a smart riding suit, with long brown boots, and a smasher hat of the approved Boer type. Quite unabashed at sight of Brenda, he crossed the road with an impudent smile and held out his hand. She shot one glance of indignation at him, and drew aside as though to avoid contact with an unclean thing -- a proceeding which appeared to cause the man some shame, although he tried to assume an air of unconcern and amusement.
"You won't shake hands with me, Mrs. Burton? " he said, quite jauntily.