She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. ‘You said she was beautiful. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked.
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