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She was not at all shy of referring to him and his dilatory courtship. Theodora never pretended to bashfulness where Ludovic was concerned. When a man has been coming to see you straight along, twice a week for fifteen years, you get rather talked out by spells. Ludovic rather likes a third person around, and so do I. You’ve seen Ludovic coming down the lane, and, I suppose, you think you’ll be a crowd. When Anne, who was slim and girlish and romantic, rose to go, Theodora, who was plump and middle-aged and practical, said, with a twinkle in her eye: Ludovic had been coming down that lane to see Theodora, in the same ruminating, unhastening fashion, for fifteen years! Everyone in Grafton knew that, or, if anyone were in ignorance of the fact, it was not because he had not had time to find out. In every kink and turn of it there was an individuality all Ludovic’s own.Īnne roused herself from her dreams, thinking it would only be tactful to take her departure. No one else in Middle Grafton had such a tall, gently-stooping, placidly-moving figure. He was yet far from the house, for the Dix lane was a long one, but Ludovic could be recognized as far as he could be seen. Then she saw Ludovic Speed coming down the lane. She leaned her shapely head, with its braided coronet of dark red hair, against the window-casing, and her gray eyes were like the moonlight gleam of shadowy pools. They had had their chat out, on this particular evening, and Anne was giving herself over to the delight of building an air-castle. Stephen Irving were spending the summer, and she often ran over to the old Dix homestead to chat for awhile with Theodora. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge, where Mr. The Quarantine at Alexander Abraham’sĪnne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix’s sitting-room one Saturday evening, looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset.

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