As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. Small blame to her. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. Loving was better than that. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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