You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint. But it was not so ordered. She had expected sympathetic admiration, but instead the whole Widgett family, except Teddy, expressed a common dismay. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. "Well, he won't do that here. Wood required little pressing. He waved to her. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home.
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