The old footing was, for a time at least, completely destroyed.
'Good-afternoon, Mr. Maude,' she said.
'Good-afternoon,' I repeated.
But, as she took another step and reached the screen, her shy glance met mine; impulsively she stretched out her hand. I seized it, and for one brief minute we looked straight into each other's eyes with the frank confidence of our old friendship: the next, she had broken away, and I was left alone with silent To-to and sympathetic Ta-ta.
END OF VOL. I
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