‘Typical. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. ” “John, do you remember me at all?” “Lucy?!” He cried in disbelief. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. ” There was silence between them. The woollen-draper looked at his watch.
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