And turning again, as if the emotions she had
churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there
stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had
been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated
attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. She could hardly remember his face except
for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. "O, lud!" she cried; "French noblemen in disguise! and so rude as I was! I shall
never recover it!"
"A good supper will set all to rights," insinuated Kneebone. ”
“Why not?”
“You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing
—”
“Don’t go home. . For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. That was the glorious if
bewildering truth.
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