”
He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. She had
arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the
night. But to England we will go. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and
sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that
—it’s been one triumphant relaxation. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind
knocked out of him. "He hears me not! he's gone!"
she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I
shall never see him again!"
When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the
cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case. Was
it ruined?’
‘But yes, it was entirely ruined.
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