There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. I keep on thinking of you. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. ’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed.
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