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PART I - CHAPTER II
DANGLING THE APPLE


'Don't bother,' she said, continuing to play withou observing him. When she had finished:
`There!' she said, `now tell me how you felt while I wa playing.'
' Oh-a fool! ' he replied, covered with confusion.
'I 'm glad to hear it,' she said-'but I didn't mean that. I meant how did the music make you feel?'
`I don't know-whether-it made me feel anything,' he replied deliberately, pondering over his answer, as usual.
`I tell you,' she declared, `you're either asleep or stupid. Did you really see nothing in the music? But what did you think about?'
He .laughed-and thought awhile-and laughed again.
`Whv!' he admitted, laughing, and trying to tell the exact truth, ` I thought how pretty your hands are-and what they are like to touch-and I thought it was a new experience to feel somebody's hair tickling my cheek.' When he had finished his deliberate account she gave him hand a little knock, and left him saying:
`You are worse and worse.'
She came across the room to the couch where I was sitting talhing to Ennily, and put her arm around my neck.
'Isn't it time to go home, Pat?' she asked.
'Half past eight-quite early,' said I.
'But I believe-I think I ought to be home now,' she said.
` Don't go,' said he.
'Why? ' I asked.
'Stay to supper,' urged Emily.
'But I believe ' she hesitated. 'She has another fish to fry,' I said.
`I am not sure ' she hesitated again. Then sh
flashed into sudden wrath, exclaiming, `Don't be so me
and nasty, Cyril ! '
'Were you going somewhere?' asked George humbly.
'Why-no!' she said, blushing.
'Then stay to supper-,Arill you?' he begged. She laughed, and yielded. We went into the kitchen. Mr Saxton was sitting reading. Trip, the big bull-terrier, lay at his feet pretending to sleep; Mr. Nickie Ben reposed calmly on the sofa; Mrs. Saxton and Mollie were just going

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