"Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. " "Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all events," replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; "but, before you put out your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to consider how you were to draw it back again. " "Why what will she say?" inquired Sheppard. ’ ‘Now you come to mention it, it is stupid,’ Gerald said, struck. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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