She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. She pursued her interest in the Socialist movement and in the Suffragist agitation in the company of Miss Miniver. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. I applaud your prudence: it is, however, needless. It was perfectly logical. Not so bad. ” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child. I didn’t get it, why she put on the innocent act. In the present instance she did not want any interference; she did not want the doctor's wisdom to edge in between these two young fools and spoil the drama. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. ” They were lingering over their dessert. "I understand," she said. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver.
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