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There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. Her face expressed nothing. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. “You delicate female!” “Who cares,” said Ann Veronica, “seeing it’s you? Warm, soft little wonders! Of course I want them. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. Will you take it in to him?” The young man smiled in a superior manner. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. An ugly flush stained his cheeks.
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