In Sight of St. Paul's — page 164: what you’re looking at

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AILEEN FALLS INTO THE TRAP. 159 ‘‘Poor fellow! How dizzy you must be!” They were very close together indeed now, and both had forgotten their recent anxiety. ‘Dizzy!’ murmured Gillie, eagerly. ‘‘I’m in a perfect whirl. My head keeps going round and round, and I’m sure I shall fall, if—if you don’t stop me. Will you, Gracie ?’’ ‘'Oh, Gillie!’’ And then! Well, then he kissed her, and she let him. “At last!’ he murmured, eestatically. But in that blissful moment the sound of the open- ing of the folding-doors reached their ears. They started apart, each to the very end of the sofa. But they were just a little too late. Aileen, for it was she who had entered, had seen enough to understand what -had happened. She softly closed the door, and then, coming for- ward a little, said, in her low, sweet voice: ‘‘Come here, both of you.’’ They obeyed, Gracie blushing furiously and Gillie as red as a turkey cock’s comb. Aileen looked from one to the other, and then, with a smile, took a hand of each. ‘Ts it?’? she said, interrogatively. Gracie inclined her head, and Gillie nodded vigor- ously. GEomicbooks (E(0) mn: