” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed. She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. It was hard to meet that gaze. But a biddable girl. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. She kept her face downcast.
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