And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. \"Hi. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. Manning called. But that's his American education. I'll have a peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. She shot a sudden glance at him. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. " Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. ’ ‘That’s just it,’ said Joan Ibstock shamefacedly.
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