The Craze of Christina — page 118: what you’re looking at

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114 The Craze of Chiistins stinctively they both spoke in whispers. There was evidently no use in arguing the situation. Chris turned and led the way into the parlor; Clifford followed her and shut the door softly behind him; they both stepped warily, on the tips of their toes. ‘*Miss Ashley has a headache; she is trying to get a little sleep, poor thing,’’ said Chris, as she drew a second chair forward to the fire. ‘Poor lady, it would be a pity to wake her,”’ said Clifford compassionately, and their eyes met—met, and fell apart swiftly, almost guilt- ily, and then they both looked at each other and began to laugh. After which, there was no longer any embarrassment at all in the situa- tion, only a delightful sense of novelty to both. ‘It feels quite wrong, you know,”’ said Chris. ‘That is why it feels so nice,’’ replied Mark, who really found no difficulty at all in saying the right thing to this lovely young lady. ‘“‘It was to-morrow that you were invited to come.”’ ‘Well, to-morrow I shall very likely come also—why not?”’ “Why not, indeed! _—— Ashley will be up and delighted to see you.’ ‘And you, Miss Pratt? will you be delighted © to see me too?”’ Gcomich (0\(0) KS (E(0)