At this his dark face flames, and his eyes instinctively, yet almost against his will, seek hers.,
Her face changes. He has made no mention of the treasured gown, has said no little word of praise.,
"To England!" she repeats, with a most mournful attempt at unconcern, "Will—will that be soon?".
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