The Craze of Christina — page 63: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. =e hunted hare; he would be brave and bold; he would stalk up to the brass knocker of the ivy- clad cottage doors and wield it loudly like a knight of old (he mentally called himself a ‘“‘knighte of olde’’) who storms the fortress where the lady (again he called it “‘ladye’’) of his affections is languishing in prison, and once inside, he would himself invite the fair occu- pants to his tea party. Fired by these inspiriting thoughts he hast- ened onwards, for the autumn afternoon was drawing in and he wanted to get to Miss Ash- ley’s door before darkness set in, but, alas! an unforeseen delay thwarted his purpose. The swiftness of Swifts whirled. by him; a neat head turned, and an equally neat tailor- bound form alighted promptly a couple of yards in front of him, and a smal! doe-skinned hand was thrust forth to greet him. ‘Mr. Clifford! oh, Iam so glad to meet you! I have been wondering what had become of you, and why you have never, never been to return my visit. Oh, you naughty, rude man!’’ Clifford murmured that he had been away. ‘‘And besides——’’ “And besides, you were ashamed to come after throwing me over, and going to George e f GComichooksnco