” said Maggie, with simple seriousness, walking on as if she meant Philip to accompany her, “I’m very glad you came,Kyle Beckerman Jersey, for I wished very much to have an opportunity of speaking to you. I’ve never forgotten how good you were long ago to Tom, and me too; but I was not sure that you would remember us so well. Tom and I have had a great deal of trouble since then, and I think that makes one think more of what happened before the trouble came.”
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“Oh dear,” said Maggie, smiling, and flushed with pleasure, “what a queer little girl I was! I remember myself with my hair in that way,Cameron Carter-Vickers Jersey, in that pink frock. I really was like a gypsy. I dare say I am now,Alex Sandro Jersey,” she added,Roma Drakter, after a little pause; “am I like what you expected me to be?”
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The light died out a little from Maggie’s face, and there was a slight trembling of the lip. Her eyelids fell lower, but she did not turn away her head, and Philip continued to look at her. Then he said slowly:
“You are very much more beautiful than I thought you would be.”
“Am I?” said Maggie, the pleasure returning in a deeper flush. She turned her face away from him and took some steps, looking straight before her in silence, as if she were adjusting her consciousness to this new idea. Girls are so accustomed to think of dress as the main ground of vanity, that,Landslag Drakter, in abstaining from the looking-glass,Marcel Schmelzer Jersey, Maggie had thought more of abandoning all care for adornment than of renouncing the contemplation of her face. Comparing herself with elegant,Bill Hamid Jersey, wealthy young ladies, it had not occurred to her that she could produce any effect with her person. Philip seemed to like the silence well. He walked by her side, watching her face, as if that sight left no room for any other wish. They had passed from among the fir-trees, and had now come to a green hollow almost surrounded by an amphitheatre of the pale pink dog-roses. But as the light about them had brightened, Maggie’s face had lost its glow.
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