Nothing she loved like
caresses! She knew what THEIR import was, though she could not
follow his economical logic, and she clung to him, and buried her
face on his shoulder. At that moment, as he drew her heavy brown
tresses over him, smothered his eyes and mouth in them, and then
looked down through them on the white, sweet beauty they shadowed, he
forgot or overlooked everything, and was once more completely happy.
Suddenly she released herself. "What shall we do to-night, George,
the bedroom will be so damp?"
He recovered himself, and admitted that they could not sleep there.
There was the spare bedroom; but the wet had come in there too.
"I will sleep at father's, and you sleep at home too. We will have
fires alight, and we shall be dry enough to-morrow. You be off now,
my dear; I will see about it all."
So George had the fires alight, got in a man to help him, and they
swept and scoured and aired till it was dark. In a day or two the
plasterer could mend the ceiling.
Priscilla had left, and, excepting the servant, who was upstairs,
George was alone. He looked round, walked about--what was it? Was
he tired? It could not be that; he was never tired.
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