Him?
There are no words to describe my condition of pole-axed astonishment at this.... Why try to find any?
(Elizabeth——!)
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In about half an hour she returned to the hut, where the others were turning up again by twos and threes.
Elizabeth, looking about two inches taller than usual, gave a defensive glare round the groups of smiling and gossiping girls. But none of them had seen her except me. The defensive glare was then focussed upon me.
I hadn't meant to say a word to the girl! I really hadn't!
I suppose nobody feels exactly chatty when they've just fallen out of a balloon?
But Elizabeth, evidently wishful to speak, followed me up to the mattresses when I went to unroll mine for the night.
"Joan! Er—he told me he met you!"