Good looks, with a melancholy cast, always drew sentimental females. “I am so sorry to have startled you,” she said, “but I was startled myself. "An audience might have frightened the birds. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. He saw now that it was merely a boy. She could feel her face turning beet red. Do you understand?” “I do not,” he answered. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a push toward it. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion.
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