As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness. I hope you won’t mind if I say first that I think it does me an extraordinary honor that you should think of any one like myself so highly and seriously, and, secondly, that I wish it had not been written. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. “I wonder,” said Ramage, “that more girls don’t think as you do and want to strike out in the world. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. I am clear I want you. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had.
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