She advanced, stabbing at him. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. ’ ‘This is what you say of him? Me, I find he is growling all the time like a dog. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. There's our young friend upstairs. When he said, “Let’s go and see the wart-hog,” she thought no one ever had had so quick a flow of good ideas as he; and when he explained that sugar and not buns was the talisman of popularity among the animals, she marvelled at his practical omniscience. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. It’s not far from twilight. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her.
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