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All at once it seems to him that perhaps he is her friend a friend a mere friend! But could a man who loved another woman be an honest friend to his wife? "Are you?" asks Tita. "Yes. Didn't I want to take you down just now?" At this she gives in and laughs a little. He laughs too. "You are too clever for me," says she. "And you what are you? Too good for me, perhaps."
It took Doña Teresa so long to cook it all on her little brasero that she didn't go back to bed at all, though the Twins had another nap before morning. They had their dinner early, and when they had finished eating, Tita said, "We must give a Christmas dinner to the animals too."
He is wondering if Tita will come down. Tita has not put in an appearance all day.
"I'm not sure, the dogs are so kind, so affectionate; they want one so," says Tita. "And yet a horse oh, I do love my last mount a brown mare! She's lying up now." "You ride, then?" says Sir Maurice. "Ride! you bet!" says Tita. She rolls over on the rug, and, resting on her elbows, looks up at him; Lady Rylton watching, shudders. "I've been in the saddle all my life.
Hescott something about the picture-gallery she had caught the word a delightful place in semi-darkness, and with huge screens here and there. Oh, if only Tita could be found hiding behind one with Mr. Hescott! She presses her hot cheek against the pane of the open window, and as she does so she starts. She leans out into the night, and yes yes, beyond doubt, here is the carriage!
"No, certainly not,". She is now evidently in high dudgeon. She puts the pencil back in her pocket, and stands staring at him with her angry little head somewhat lowered. "After all, you are right; I'm horrid!" says she. "I'm right! By what authority do you say that! Come now, Tita!" "By my own." "The very worst in the world, then. Give me back that pencil."
He is a son of my aunt's my father's sister. She married a man in Birmingham a sugar merchant. I did love Uncle Joe," says Tita warmly. "No wonder!" says Mrs. Bethune. "I wish I had an uncle a sugar merchant. It does sound sweet." "I'm not sure that you would think my uncle Joe sweet!" says Miss Bolton thoughtfully. "He wasn't good to look at.
He slips out from behind the screen, and galloping up the room comes to the screen very nearly as soon as Rylton. Not soon enough, however. Rylton has turned the corner of it, and found Tita with Tom Hescott crouching behind it, whispering together, and evidently enjoying themselves immensely. As she sees him, Tita gives a little cry.
"Why, that is about your age now, isn't it?" says Gower. "We lived at Oakdean then," goes on Tita, taking, very properly, no notice of him, "and my father liked me to ride. My cousin was with us there, and he taught me.
"He is my poet of poets I know him almost by heart." For an instant Miss Tita hesitated; then her sociability was too much for her. "Oh, by heart that's nothing!" she murmured, smiling. "My aunt used to know him to know him" she paused an instant and I wondered what she was going to say "to know him as a visitor." "As a visitor?" I repeated, staring. "He used to call on her and take her out."
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