Bluebell - A Novel by Mrs. George Croft Huddleston
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him, and he never attacks me."
"Even a lion itself would flee from a maid in the pride of her purity," laughed Bertie. "But, Miss Leigh, must we positively go shivering across this bleak desert again?--isn't there some sheltered way through the wood?" "There certainly is; but it is three miles round, and, I dare say, full of drifts." "Never mind, all the better fun. Up this way?" "Oh, but isn't it late? I think they will be expecting me before." "There's nobody at home, if that's all," said Bertie. "They have gone to the Cathedral, and most likely will turn into tea at the Van Calmonts." The scrambling walk was a temptation, the common hideous and cold. "We must walk very quick, then." "Run, if you like. Come along, there's a dear child." Bluebell coloured furiously. "Maybe I won't go at all now!" "That is so like a girl," said Bertie impatiently; "standing coquetting in the cold. Now, you are offended. What did I say? Only called you a child." |
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