Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. May we not repeat them once, at any rate, in London? “Ever yours, “NIGEL ENNISON. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. “Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister.
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