” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. . She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. She gave her lips to his without resistance. She refused to eat. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. “Why, I do not know. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. On Tuesday night, she was rather better, and I had left her for a short time, as I thought, asleep on the sofa in the little parlour of which she is so fond —" "Well," exclaimed Jack.
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