"I hardly think so. You can refuse to see people yourself when it suits you. Only yesterday, when Mr. Boer, our rector, called, and I sent for you, you would not come.",
"Now, that is good of you," she says, gratefully, and then, as he stoops to kiss her, she throws her arms around his neck and bursts into tears.,
"I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?".
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