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But it was a very pretty hand for all that, and
Jack Trevellian felt a great desire to squeeze it as it lay in his broad
palm. But he did not, for something in Bessie's eyes forbade anything
like liberty with her, and he merely said:
"I was very glad to tell you. I wish I could do something more for you
while you stay in London. Perhaps you will let me call upon you--with
Neil," he added, as he saw a flush in Bessie's face.
She was thinking of the old hair cloth furniture, and the room which
Neil designated a hole, and which Jack Trevellian might wonder at and
despise. Such men as he had nothing in common with Mrs. Buncher's
lodgings, and she said to him, as she withdrew her hand and put on her
mended gloves:
"You had better not; father and I are out so much that we might not be
home, and you would have your trouble for nothing. Good-by again."
She took her father's arm and walked away, while Jack Trevellian stood
looking after her and thinking to himself:
"That girl has the loveliest face I ever saw.


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