She was radiant. Jonathan threw open the street-door. 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. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. I shall have to discover one suitable. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is found. "That's well.
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