All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. “Is everything okay?” His mother touched his 251 shoulder gently, standing up. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. Anna——” Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy. "Remember; we must keep the young fellow's thoughts away from himself. . All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile.
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