Anne Severn and the Fieldings by May Sinclair
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which she was consecrating to their communion, heaven only knew what
sort of fool he might make of himself. Last time it was only the sudden entrance of Robert that had prevented some such manifestation. And to-day, her smile and her attentive attitude told him that she expected him to be a fool, that she looked to his folly for her entertainment. He had followed her like a dog; and as if he had been a dog her hand patted a place on the couch beside her. And because he was a fool and foredoomed he took it. There was a silence. Then suddenly he made up his mind. "Adeline, I'm very sorry, but I find I've got to go to-morrow." "Go? Up to town?" "Yes." "But--you're coming back again." "I'm--afraid--not." "My dear John, you haven't been here a week. I thought you were going to stay with us till your leave was up." "So did I. But I find I can't." "Whyever not?" "Oh--there are all sorts of things to be seen to." |
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