"Because, when one is not in the habit of it, one takes time to form a good tarradiddle," replies he, in a soft whisper.
She returns his kindly pressure, and, going into the hall, finds that full five minutes must elapse before the bell really rings.
"Dear Cyril!" she murmurs to herself, almost aloud, and, running up to her room, cries a good deal upon nurse's breast before that kind creature can induce her to change her gown. After which she gets into her clothes, more because it would be indecent to go without them than from any great desire to look her best.
CHAPTER XXVI.
"For now she knows it is no gentle chase.
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She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;