Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. ’ She was about to develop this theme, when Jack’s gaze became fixed, and his expression changed. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one. “Oh, I can’t thank you. I didn’t! I didn’t! After all—” For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it was the one desirable thing.
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