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"
Well
,
Miss
—
excuse
the
words
—
I
thought
you
would
like
them
.
But
I
can
’
t
match
you
,
I
know
,
in
mapping
out
my
mind
upon
my
tongue
.
I
never
was
very
clever
in
my
inside
.
But
I
thank
you
.
Come
,
give
me
your
hand
.
"
She
hesitated
,
somewhat
disconcerted
at
Oak
’
s
old
-
fashioned
earnest
conclusion
to
a
dialogue
lightly
carried
on
.
"
Very
well
,
"
she
said
,
and
gave
him
her
hand
,
compressing
her
lips
to
a
demure
impassivity
.
He
held
it
but
an
instant
,
and
in
his
fear
of
being
too
demonstrative
,
swerved
to
the
opposite
extreme
,
touching
her
fingers
with
the
lightness
of
a
small
-
hearted
person
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
"
he
said
the
instant
after
.
"
What
for
?
"
"
Letting
your
hand
go
so
quick
.
"
"
You
may
have
it
again
if
you
like
;
there
it
is
.
"
She
gave
him
her
hand
again
.
Oak
held
it
longer
this
time
—
indeed
,
curiously
long
.
"
How
soft
it
is
—
being
winter
time
,
too
—
not
chapped
or
rough
or
anything
!
"
he
said
.
"
There
—
that
’
s
long
enough
,
"
said
she
,
though
without
pulling
it
away
.
"
But
I
suppose
you
are
thinking
you
would
like
to
kiss
it
?
You
may
if
you
want
to
.
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
thinking
of
any
such
thing
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
simply
;
"
but
I
will
—
"
"
That
you
won
’
t
!
"
She
snatched
back
her
hand
.
