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. " "It's light. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. To be no longer with Martha was strange. It will be necessary to secure his companion; and as you say he is not in the house, some caution must be used in approaching him, or he may chance to take to his heels, for he's a slippery little rascal. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. "But are you really there?" "No, I'm here," answered Jack, leaping down. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old place as “Your devoted friend, “WALTER BRENDON.
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