Michelle looked at her pathetically. "
"My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—"
"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. “I wonder what he takes me for?”
When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict,
a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the
morning was risen. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. “No, he grabbed my hand. Want to walk home today?
Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook. ”
“You are a marvellous courier,” she declared, as they passed into the street. Burn your palette and your easel. . She could not make up her mind
which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous
professionalism creeping into her voice. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a
moment later.
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