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It Seemed As Though He Gave Way All At Once; He Was So Languid That He Could Not Control His Thoughts; They Would Wander To Her; They Would Bring Back The Scene,- Not Of His Repulse And Rejection The Day Before But The Looks, The Actions Of The Day Before That. He Went Along The Crowded Streets Mechanically, Winding In And Out Among The People, But Never Seeing Them, -almost Sick With Longing For That One Half-hour-that One Brief Space Of Time When She Clung To Him, And Her Heart Beat Against His-to Come Once Again.

She Had A Bracelet On One Taper Arm, Which Would Fall Down Over Her Round Wrist. Mr. Thornton Watched The Replacing Of This Troublesome Ornament With Far More Attention Than He Listened To Her Father. It Seemed As If It Fascinated Him To See Her Push It Up Impatiently, Until It Tightened Her Soft Flesh; And Then To Mark The Loosening—the Fall. He Could Almost Have Exclaimed—'there It Goes, Again!

I Would Far Rather Have Two Or Three Lilies Of The Valley Gathered For Me By A Person I Like, Than The Most Expensive Bouquet That Could Be Bought!

What's The Use Of Watching? A Watched Pot Never Boils.

Again, Stepping Nearer, He Besought Her With Another Tremulous Eager Call Upon Her Name. 'margaret!' Still Lower Went The Head; More Closely Hidden Was The Face, Almost Resting On The Table Before Her. He Came Close To Her. He Knelt By Her Side, To Bring His Face To A Level With Her Ear; And Whispered-panted Out The Words: — 'take Care. — If You Do Not Speak — I Shall Claim You As My Own In Some Strange Presumptuous Way.