—Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know
what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to
the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion,
of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give
below. Why don’t you
wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe
you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. She thought
of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many
troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts,
of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of
Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. She decided that she
would try to push whatever resolve he had in the car to
see where it would lead. He, next, seized the unlucky jailer, and
forced him along, while Blueskin expedited his movements by administering a
few kicks behind. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head
had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain.
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