Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. . She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. She ought to have leapt back on guard. I have no right to love you. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic.
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