Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights.
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