“Oh! Does he mind? It's awful, isn't it?”
Gyp strangled her desire to laugh.
“It's for you to mind.”
“Oh, I don't, if you don't! How did you like the dance?”
“Lovely! When you're ready—come along!”
“Oh, I think I'd rather go home, please! It must seem so funny!”
“Would you like to go by this back way into the lane? You turn to the right, into the road.”
“Oh, yes; please. It would have been better if he could have seen the dance properly, wouldn't it? What will he think?”
Gyp smiled, and opened the door into the lane. When she returned, Fiorsen was at the window, gazing out. Was it for her or for that flying nymph?
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