She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. . Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. He was profoundly stirred. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. “What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. She sat with him in the courtyard after serving him 20 spiced wine.
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