“The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, after his trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him with some degree of interest. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. Old saltwater was right. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. I suppose if one were to love some one, one would feel doubtful. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family.
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