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He stopped short and she went on alone. His last words had impressed
her. Everything he had said seemed somehow to have a special meaning
under its obvious conversational sense. Till she went in at the door of
the cottage she felt his eyes resting on her.
That is it. He had made himself felt. That girl was, one may say,
washing about with slack limbs in the ugly surf of life with no
opportunity to strike out for herself, when suddenly she had been made to
feel that there was somebody beside her in the bitter water. A most
considerable moral event for her; whether she was aware of it or not.
They met again at the one o'clock dinner. I am inclined to think that,
being a healthy girl under her frail appearance, and fast walking and
what I may call relief-crying (there are many kinds of crying) making one
hungry, she made a good meal. It was Captain Anthony who had no
appetite. His sister commented on it in a curt, businesslike manner, and
the eldest of his delightful nieces said mockingly: "You have been taking
too much exercise this morning, Uncle Roderick.


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