“I am so very, very sorry. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. "You're wanted. ” “Right!” he said, and hesitated, and then got up and went into the preparationroom.
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