"You've got him?" demanded Ireton. His figure was uncommonly slim even
for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb
made him appear thinner than he was in reality. He worried me to marry him. And how can I
get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find
on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you—
ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with
expectancy. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. “Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said. “I tell my Mom everything. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you
if you had taken the veil. ”
The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee
things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure.
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