” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. She had paid her bill, and she had enough left in her purse to pay many such. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. Stanley considered. Even the teachers were getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as graduation teased. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. " "And what might that be?" "Will McClintock take us both?" "You took that chance. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
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