"Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. Stanley. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. "I don't know. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave.
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