“What are you doing?” He cried. Then, naturally, I went on talking. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. ‘I do not understand you. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Sheppard. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. They’ve just got to keep white. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident.
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