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The summer blue was very clear overhead; the stillness of the place very deep; insects, birds, a flutter of leaves, and the grating of Dr. Sandford's boot upon a stone, all the sounds that could be heard. "Why you are warm, as well as tired, Daisy," he said, coming up to my rock at last. "It is warm," I answered. "Warm?" said he. "Look here, Daisy!" "Well, what in the world is that?"
"She is changed " said Miss St. Clair, with a look I could not quite make out. "No," I said, "I hope I am not changed." "Your dress is," said St. Clair. I thought of Dr. Sandford's "L'habit c'est l'homme." "My mother had this dress made," I said; "and I ordered the other one; that is all the difference." "You're on the right side of the difference, then," said Miss St. Clair.
Sandford's side in my chinchilla cap, for I had not got a straw hat yet, though it was time; thinking, "The world knoweth us not" and carrying on the struggle in my heart all the while. By and by we turned to come down the avenue. "I want to stop a moment here on some business," said Mrs. Sandford, as we came to Miss Cardigan's corner; "would you like to go in with me, Daisy?"
"Doctors are divided." "But where do you think they come from?" If Dr. Sandford's vanity could be touched by a child, it received a touch then. It was so plain, that what satisfied him would satisfy her. He would not give the sceptical answer which rose to his lips.
But even Preston sometimes lost sight of me in the urgency of his own pleasure or business. There was a great difference in the strong hand of Dr. Sandford's care; and if you had ever looked into his blue eyes, you would know that they forgot nothing. They had always fascinated me; they did now. Mrs. Sandford was not up when we got to the house where she was staying.
Then he spoke to her again. "I will go," said Daisy. "You wanted something first?" "I did not want anything but to change my gloves. It is no matter." Very glad to have gained his point, the doctor went off with his charge; drove her very fast to his own home, and there left her in Mrs. Sandford's care; while he drove off furiously again to see another patient before he returned to Melbourne.
Mr Barlow therefore set out on foot, though Mr Merton would have sent his carriage and servants to attend him, and soon arrived at Mr Sandford's farm. It was a pleasant spot, situated upon the gentle declivity of a hill, at the foot of which winded along a swift and clear little stream.
Not that I had not been protected all my life; but my mother's had been the protection of authority; my father's also, in some measure; Dr. Sandford's was emphatically that of a guardian; he guarded me a little too well.
"She is changed," said Miss St. Clair, with a look I could not quite make out. "No," I said; "I hope I am not changed." "Your dress is," said St. Clair. I thought of Dr. Sandford's "L'habit, c'est l'homme". "My mother had this dress made," I said; "and I ordered the other one; that is all the difference." "You're on the right side of the difference, then," said Miss St. Clair.
"I don't know what you mean. What has put it into your head?" "Something Mr. Dinwiddie said." "What absurd nonsense! Who is Mr. Dinwiddie?" "You know him. He lives at Mrs. Sandford's." "And where did he talk to you?" "In the little school in the woods. In his Sunday-school. Yesterday." "Well, it's absurd nonsense, your going there. You have nothing to do with such things. Mr. Randolph?
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