”
“It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship
between you and me. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s
diffident entry. ‘I do not understand you. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I
have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died
last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach
you. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the
doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not
visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her,
sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a
yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers
would hear it. Leonardo had told her it would happen, and warned her to
make use of it. Amiable and good-looking. ”
“It’s too far for the ball to reach us,” said Miss Klegg. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment. He saw, without any particular
regret, that this year he would have to forego the junket; but there would be
ample compensation in the study of these queer youngsters. It is you who took my name, not I yours. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the
inscription.
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