This was the worst
summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I
can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin
Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there
wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. Right now my heart is
occupied. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her,
sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a
yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers
would hear it. It had seemed to her that life might be very
good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. Startled by this
circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has
been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. "What! you still
hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the
head.
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