“I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. But it was only six-thirty. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Above the housetops it was different. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. Lucy stood in front of the piano. I would not have him know—now—for the world.
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