Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing.
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