She wondered wildly why she had stood up. Mr. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. You are wrong even about that man’s scientific position and his standard of work. “I never dreamt!” she said. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time she followed it up no further. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. . Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag.
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