The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. I do not wish for you to see me feed. . The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. If my conjectures are right, this boy would stay there indefinitely. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself.
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