Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her,
only three years older than she, nursing her son with a
contented smile upon her face. You are a great deal more like what I
was a few months ago than I am now. "
"In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. "
There was a brief, breathless pause. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her
meant that his attention had surely been brought from its
normal diversions into her realm. What is
it you’re after? Money, I suppose. I thought if you were living, and not captured, I
should find you here,—and I was right. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. “I have been training myself to look askance at beautiful things. ’
‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’
‘I do not know. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster.
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