"I'm not worth it. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them.
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