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“You are surprised to see me again, Miss Tulliver; I ought to apologize for coming upon you by surprise, but I wanted to come into the town, and I got our man to row me; so I thought I would bring these things from the ‘Maid of Artois’ for your cousin; I forgot them this morning. Will you give them to her?”
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Stephen laid down his hat, with the Jordan Rossiter Jersey music, which rolled on the floor, and sat down in the chair close by her. He Marc-Andre Ter Stegen Jersey had never done so before, and both he and Maggie were quite aware that it was Patrick Mullins Jersey an entirely new position.
“Well, you pampered minion!” said Stephen, leaning to pull the long curly ears that drooped over Maggie’s arm. It was not a suggestive remark, and as the speaker did not follow it up by further development, it naturally left the conversation at a standstill. It seemed to Stephen like Juan Mata Jersey some action in a dream that he was obliged to do, and wonder at himself all the while — to go on stroking Minny’s head. Yet it was very pleasant; he only wished he dared look at Maggie, and that she would look at him — let him have one long look into those deep, strange eyes of hers, and then he would be satisfied and quite reasonable after that. He thought it was becoming a sort of monomania with him, to want that long look from Maggie; and he was racking his invention continually to find out some means by which he could have it without its appearing singular and entailing subsequent embarrassment. As for Maggie, she had no distinct thought, only the sense of a presence like that of a closely hovering broad-winged bird in the darkness, for she was unable to look up, and saw nothing but Minny’s black wavy coat.
But this must end some time, perhaps it ended very soon, and only seemed long, as a minute’s dream does. Stan Smith Dame Stephen at last sat upright sideways in his chair, leaning one hand and arm over the back and looking at Maggie. What should he say?
“We shall have a splendid sunset, I think; sha’n’t you go out and see it?”
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