“Thanks, Cathy. Wood. ’ He only laughed. “My
dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of
snow—to flight and a dream. . He would
always be her friend, too. She answered in whispers,
for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the
partition within a yard of him. When I learned you were married, I
changed my plans. Too intent on her search, and convinced besides that she was
quite alone, she had been an easy prey. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation,
but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any
way resembled you, my youngster. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. “Do come and see the Michaelmas daisies at the end of the garden,” said Mr.
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