Her tone was icy. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. The boy she had loved was gone. 127 “But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!” Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. That was the true marvel of it. Until that was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness against a man’s approach.
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