“Why?” he asked, suavely. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species. “Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you,” she said. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. "Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly. She seemed just as stiff and shy as a girl ought to be, Lady Palsworthy thought, neither garrulous nor unready, and free from nearly all the heavy aggressiveness, the overgrown, overblown quality, the egotism and want of consideration of the typical modern girl.
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