Behind a Mask, or a Woman's Power by Louisa May Alcott
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gather what flowers you like. I see you love them, so pray make free
with those about you." With a charming air of maidenly timidity and artlessness, Miss Muir replied, "Oh, thank you, sir! But it is I who should ask pardon for trespassing. I never should have dared if I had not known that Sir John was absent. I always wanted to see this fine old place, and ran over the first thing, to satisfy myself." "And _are_ you satisfied?" he asked, with a smile. "More than satisfied--I'm charmed; for it is the most beautiful spot I ever saw, and I've seen many famous seats, both at home and abroad," she answered enthusiastically. "The Hall is much flattered, and so would its master be if he heard you," began the gentleman, with an odd expression. "I should not praise it to him--at least, not as freely as I have to you, sir," said the girl, with eyes still turned away. "Why not?" asked her companion, looking much amused. "I should be afraid. Not that I dread Sir John; but I've heard so many beautiful and noble things about him, and respect him so highly, that I should not dare to say much, lest he should see how I admire and--" "And what, young lady? Finish, if you please." "I was going to say, love him. I will say it, for he is an old man, and |
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