How you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Her pa was only the smithy. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled.
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