“Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. ” “But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me. ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. It came to Spurlock suddenly that if something did not react in his favour inside of five minutes, he was done. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me.
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