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“
I
presume
you
found
your
work
was
over
quicker
than
what
you
expected
,
”
she
said
.
“
Well
,
yes
—
that
is
,
no
:
there
are
plenty
of
things
I
should
have
liked
to
do
.
But
my
holiday
’
s
limited
;
and
now
that
Mr
.
Royall
needs
the
horse
for
himself
it
’
s
rather
difficult
to
find
means
of
getting
about
.
”
“
There
ain
’
t
any
too
many
teams
for
hire
around
here
,
”
she
acquiesced
;
and
there
was
another
silence
.
“
These
days
here
have
been
—
awfully
pleasant
:
I
wanted
to
thank
you
for
making
them
so
,
”
he
continued
,
his
colour
rising
.
She
could
not
think
of
any
reply
,
and
he
went
on
:
“
You
’
ve
been
wonderfully
kind
to
me
,
and
I
wanted
to
tell
you
.
.
.
.
I
wish
I
could
think
of
you
as
happier
,
less
lonely
.
.
.
.
Things
are
sure
to
change
for
you
by
and
by
.
.
.
.
”
“
Things
don
’
t
change
at
North
Dormer
:
people
just
get
used
to
them
.
”
The
answer
seemed
to
break
up
the
order
of
his
prearranged
consolations
,
and
he
sat
looking
at
her
uncertainly
.
Then
he
said
,
with
his
sweet
smile
:
“
That
’
s
not
true
of
you
.
It
can
’
t
be
.
”
The
smile
was
like
a
knife
-
thrust
through
her
heart
:
everything
in
her
began
to
tremble
and
break
loose
.
She
felt
her
tears
run
over
,
and
stood
up
.
“
Well
,
good
-
bye
,
”
she
said
.
She
was
aware
of
his
taking
her
hand
,
and
of
feeling
that
his
touch
was
lifeless
.
