Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. It struck his forehead, splitting it, and brought him to his knees. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. Do not slight my warning. “All your dreadful scientific things?” he said, with a smile that Miss Klegg thought extraordinarily kindly. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. ” “I am afraid,” she said, preceding him down the narrow stairs, “that I am going to be too busy to have much time for gadding about.
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