Twenty guineas, mind. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. . But it was her proof. Of course there were goats. It’s one of our conventional superstitions.
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