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I
stared
,
bewildered
by
her
voluble
and
almost
breathless
outburst
.
"
Really
,
Miss
Chesney
,
"
I
began
formally
.
"
Oh
yes
,
Miss
Chesney
,
Miss
Chesney
--
it
's
all
very
well
!
"
she
repeated
impatiently
,
snatching
up
a
gorgeous
evening
cloak
which
I
mutely
volunteered
to
put
on
,
an
offer
she
as
mutely
accepted
--
"
I
'm
only
a
girl
,
and
it
is
n't
my
fault
if
I
've
got
a
vulgar
man
for
a
father
who
wants
to
see
me
married
to
an
English
nobleman
before
he
dies
--
that
's
his
look-out
--
I
do
n't
care
about
it
.
English
noblemen
are
a
ricketty
lot
in
my
opinion
.
But
I
've
as
good
a
heart
as
anyone
,
and
I
could
love
Sibyl
if
she
'd
let
me
,
but
she
wo
n't
.
She
leads
the
life
of
an
ice-berg
,
and
does
n't
care
a
rap
for
anyone
.
She
does
n't
care
for
you
,
you
know
!
--
I
wish
she
did
--
she
'd
be
more
human
!
"
"
I
'm
very
sorry
for
all
this
,
"
--
I
said
,
smiling
into
the
piquante
face
of
the
really
sweet-natured
girl
,
and
gently
fastening
the
jewelled
clasp
of
her
cloak
at
her
throat
--
"
But
you
must
n't
mind
it
so
much
.
You
are
a
dear
little
soul
Diana
--
kind
and
generous
and
impulsive
and
all
the
rest
of
it
--
but
--
well
--
--
English
people
are
very
apt
to
misunderstand
Americans
.
I
can
quite
enter
into
your
feelings
--
still
you
know
Lady
Sibyl
is
very
proud
--
--
"
"
Proud
!
"
she
interrupted
--
"
My
!
I
guess
it
must
feel
something
splendid
to
have
an
ancestor
who
was
piked
through
the
body
on
Bosworth
field
,
and
left
there
for
the
birds
to
eat
.
It
seems
to
give
a
kind
of
stiffness
in
the
back
to
all
the
family
ever
afterwards
.
Should
n't
wonder
if
the
descendants
of
the
birds
who
ate
him
felt
kinder
stuck
up
about
it
too
!
"
I
laughed
--
she
laughed
with
me
,
and
was
quite
herself
again
.
"
If
I
told
you
my
ancestor
was
a
Pilgrim
Father
,
you
would
n't
believe
me
I
expect
!
"
she
said
,
the
corners
of
her
mouth
dimpling
.
"
I
should
believe
anything
from
your
lips
!
"
I
declared
gallantly
.
"
Well
,
believe
that
,
then
!
Swallow
it
down
if
you
can
!
I
ca
n't
!
He
was
a
Pilgrim
Father
in
the
Mayflower
,
and
he
fell
on
his
knees
and
thanked
God
as
soon
as
he
touched
dry
land
in
the
true
Pilgrim-Father
way
.
But
he
could
n't
hold
a
candle
to
the
piked
man
at
Bosworth
.
"
