I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. And this shall be your diet till you die. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears.
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