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seemed as though she could not summon enough strength
to her legs to move.
‘I hope you’ll forgive me, Norah,’ he said.
She turned her eyes towards him, and he saw that they
were bright again with tears, but she forced a smile to her
lips.
‘Poor fellow, you’re quite worried about me. You mustn’t
bother. I don’t blame you. I shall get over it all right.’
Lightly and quickly she stroked his face to show him that
she bore no ill-feeling, the gesture was scarcely more than
suggested; then she jumped out of the cab and let herself
into her house.
Philip paid the hansom and walked to Mildred’s lodg-
ings. There was a curious heaviness in his heart. He was
inclined to reproach himself. But why? He did not know
what else he could have done. Passing a fruiterer’s, he re-
membered that Mildred was fond of grapes. He was so
grateful that he could show his love for her by recollecting
every whim she had.

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