’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. You are without sense and not sympathique in the least. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. It was obvious that he had waited for her. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. She cried out with the pain of it. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair.
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