She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. “You know what a fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of it. But the lady was not so easily won; and though she did not absolutely reject him, gave him very slight hopes. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient.
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