Never
had her father explained. She read
beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Hetty, who
had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. ’
‘I’ve a good mind to leave the pair of you to it and take myself off,’ threatened
his junior, marching across the room and snatching up a decanter. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he
could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had
thus solicited his attention. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came
back to his cheeks. ”
“Don’t be foolish,” he said sharply. When I gave him
an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it.
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