” “I am not afraid,” she answered. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. An unexpected vacancy, wasn’t it? Every one comes in on unexpected vacancy. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. “Oh I most definitely think so. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. All she needed to do was to have a body. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever. ” She said in Lucy’s direction.
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