The Craze of Christina — page 117: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. _ or ee a pot hat stood on the door-step. He had no umbrella, and the rain dripped freely off the brim of his hat and ran in streams over his wet shoulders. : Miss Pratt opened the door a little way and then with an affectation of intense surprise in her dark eyes, she slowly opened it wider and the visitor came inside the hall. ‘Oh!’ said Miss Pratt slowly, ‘‘I did not ex- pect you to-day!” “I know; that’s why I came.’’ “You are dreadfully wet,’’ she observed a little feebly, not knowing quite what to say. Clifford proceeded to divest himself of his mack- intosh and hat and to hang them up in the little hall. She watched him silently; there were drops of rain on his cheek and on the fringe of his mustache; somehow she took in all these little details in a way that she had never done when she had looked at othermen. Shealways afterwards remembered the rain on his face and how he brushed it away with his handker- chief whilst he looked at her over it with eyes in which the mischief of a naughty schoolboy was oddly mixed up with the admiration of a man. ‘“*Miss Ashley is in bed to-day,’’ she remarked demurely. | | | “That is just why I came,’’ he replied, and in- GOMmIchbooks.co