The Craze of Christina — page 53: what you’re looking at

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The (raze of Christina. 49 two rows of the whitest, evenest little teeth imaginable, and such a look of fun and mischief, roguery and mockery in eyes, and lips, and smile, as sent the color in a flame into Clifford’s face. It was evident that this face had been looking out of the window for some minutes past, and that the young woman who owned the face must have narrowly observed both his bewilderment and curiosity, and aiso the inde- cision of his halting movements, and the awk- ward hesitation that had made him linger out- side and stare up at the house. Immediately Mark Clifford was overpowered by a wave of profound self-consciousness, and a blush of shame seemed to pour itself like a bucket of hot water all over him. He took to his heels and fled—away—away, from that beautiful mocking face looking out of the window! And as he strode precipitately down the street, a heavy hand descended suddenly upon his shoulder and arrested his hasty footsteps, whilst a not unfamiliar voice resounded in his ears. *‘Not so fast! Waita minute! Why are you running away, Mr. Clifford? I saw you from _ the linen draper’s opposite and I’ve rushed out to catch you.”’ COMIC DOOKSacCO©