Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl by Horace W. C. (Horace Wykeham Can) Newte
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"Did it frighten you?" she asked half scornfully.
"Almost. You looked just like a young tigress." "I've been told that before." "Then you often get angry?" "If I'm annoyed. But it's soon over." "I go up to town sometimes," he said presently. "How clever of you!" "I go up to my club--the Junior Constitutional. May I look you up when I run up next?" "Here's the train coming in." "Bother! It's so nice talking to you. I'm no end of sorry the mater isn't taking you on." "I am too," replied Mavis, who, at once, saw the meaning that Lowther might misread into her words. "Can I look you up when next I'm in town?" he asked eagerly. "Oh yes, you can look me up," she replied diffidently. "We ought to go out to supper one evening." |
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