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He might choose to forget, but the more she admired, the less could her feminine conscience permit of an utter or of any forgetfulness that she was not the girl Browny, whom he once loved perhaps loved now, under some illusion of his old passion for her does love now, ill-omened as he is in that!
They could tell that she was tall for a girl, or tallish not a maypole. She drank a cup of tea, and ate a slice of bread-and-butter; no cake. She appeared undisturbed when Matey, wearing his holiday white ducks, and all aglow, entered the booth. She was not expected to faint, only she stood for the foreign Aminta more than for their familiar Browny in his presence.
Her bravado deserved a swifter humiliation than he was able to bring down on her: she swam bravely, and she was divine to see ahead as well as overtake. Darting to the close parallel, he said: 'What sea nymph sang me my name? She smote a pang of her ecstasy into him: 'Ask mine! 'Browny! They swam; neither of them panted; their heads were water-flowers that spoke at ease.
All that Matey and Browny were forbidden to write they looked much like what it had been before the discovery; and they dragged the boys back from promised instant events. It was, nevertheless, a heaving picture, like the sea in the background of a marine piece at the theatre, which rouses anticipations of storm, and shows readiness.
He got loose, and I found him in the peach-house eating the peaches, but I dropped on to him with the cane and made the beggar howl." "Old Browny ought to look after him," said Courtenay. "Don't I tell you he ran away. I expect Browny will have to put a dog-collar and chain on him, and drive a stake down in the kitchen-garden to keep him from eating the cabbages when he's caterpillaring.
To meet a married woman, and be mooning over her because she gave him her eyes and her handwriting when a girl, was enough to rouse an honest fellow's laugh at himself, in the contemplation of his intermediate amorous vagabondage. Had he ever known the veritable passion after Browny sank from his ken? Let it be confessed, never.
Miss Vincent with her young ladies walked off in couples, orderly chicks, the usual Sunday march of their every day. The school was coolish to them; one of the fellows hummed bars of some hymn tune, rather faster than church. And next day there was a murmur of letters passing between Matey and Browny regularly, little Collett for postman.
"They called them 'Tods' and 'Toddies, but they had all sorts of names besides, to distinguish one from the other. There was, 'Whity, and 'Browny, and 'Softy, and 'Snuggy, and 'Stripy, and many others. They knew almost every hair of each of them, and I believe could have told which was which, in the dark, merely by their feel.
Odd remarks at intervals caused it to be suspected that he had ideas concerning girls. They were high as his head above the school; and there they were left, with Algebra and Homer, for they were not of a sort to inflame; until the boys noticed how he gave up speaking, and fell to hard looking, though she was dark enough to get herself named Browny.
He might choose to forget, but the more she admired, the less could her feminine conscience permit of an utter or of any forgetfulness that she was not the girl Browny, whom he once loved perhaps loved now, under some illusion of his old passion for her does love now, ill-omened as he is in that!
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