Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a
boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I
am, you see. “I don’t see that his
being a good sort matters. ‘Speak, then. ’
‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be
easy and colloquial:
“You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be
difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. . She had found that proof. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your
hand and grip your fingers upon it. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in
Henry Esmond's ruffles.
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