" "You mustn't think of that, Mrs. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. The porter instantly made his appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. They shared one class, Advanced Geometry. He felt the first sting of the whip. Presently.
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