“You!” she exclaimed. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned. ‘Here she is. “I don’t know. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot decipher the signature. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. Everyone will grumble to you confidentially—Miss Ellicot, she’s our swagger young lady, you know—up there, next to Miss White, she will tell you that it is so out of the world here, so far away from everyone one knows.
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