'
She was frightened lest he should possibly say more than she knew how to
answer.
'And somehow it seems to me, I have a great deal to say.'
'And I've a great deal to read, you see;' and she just stirred old Miss
Wardle's letter, that lay open in her hand, with a smile just the least
in the world of comic distress.
'A great deal,' he said.
'And farewell, again,' said Lilias.
'Farewell! dear Miss Lily.'
And then, he just looked his old strange look upon her; and he went: and
she dropped her eyes upon the letter. He had got into the far meadow,
where the path makes a little turn round the clump of poplars, and hides
itself. Just there he looked over his shoulder, a last look it might be,
the handsome strange creature that had made so many of her hours pass
so pleasantly; he that was so saucy with everyone else, and so gentle
with her; of whom, she believed, she might make anything, a hero or a
demigod! She knew a look would call him back--back, maybe, to her feet;
but she could not give that little sign. There she stood, affecting to
read that letter, one word of which she did not see.
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