He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. ” “You have been to her?” he asked. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. “What was that?” she asked sharply.
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