In Luck at Last by Sir Walter Besant
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was at once established by which the impossible became possible.
"Yes," she said, "I think you may call. My grandfather has his tea with me every evening at six. You may call then if it will give you any pleasure." "You really will let me come here?" The young man looked as if the permission was likely to give him the greatest pleasure. "Yes; if you wish it." She spoke just exactly like an Oxford Don giving an undergraduate permission to take an occasional walk with him, or to call for conversation and advice at certain times in his rooms. Arnold noticed the manner, and smiled. "Still," he said, "as your pupil." He meant to set her at her ease concerning the propriety of these visits. She thought he meant a continuation of a certain little arrangement as to fees, and blushed. "No," she said; "I must not consider you as a pupil any longer. You have put an end to that yourself." "I do not mind, if only I continue your friend." "Oh," she said, "but we must not pledge ourselves rashly to |
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