She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. “Child!” he cried. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. “I do love you. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. He had hurt her. pglaf. ” She dropped back into a crouching attitude and began to weep. “I wonder what happened. " "That's better.
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