Muttering something to
himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and
disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the
silence became oppressive. “I do not wish to use this. “I gave your name. Sometimes she missed
her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse;
and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. She produced a handkerchief, and with one
sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. And so, here we are, right back from
where we started.
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