He stood back and held her shoulders. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. Once inside, he looked around, worried that his parents would suddenly cancel their trip and return home. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation methods and addresses.
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