"I have reasons—" He stopped, smitten with the conscious absurdity that she who was his principal reason had scarcely crossed his mind all day.
"Business—it—it is impossible for me to stay," he wound up, lamely.
"Why is it impossible?"
The Professor looked at her and anathematised the climate again.
"I—really cannot explain, Mildred," he said. "But there are reasons why—I feel obliged to go."
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Francisco and Francisca listened silently.—Page 280.
Miss Dysart's cheeks flushed, and she looked a moment at the wide valley before them.