Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. “Well, I do. His eyes never left her face. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. ’ To her astonishment, Gosse’s servile attitude vanished abruptly. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. ‘I thought, you see, that we might as well enter by the same way our intruder had done. He hoped he would get to see the two suitors face off over Lucy. You would want me to be clean, if you gave me a thought, that is.
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