It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. If she was in a position to help him she would help him; only it happened to be the other way round. "I was," answered Sheppard. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. I’ve thought that out, and you must make up your mind to it.
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