"If so, and you wish to give me
some of your supper, please do. If not, it is of no importance.
I can get some elsewhere."
The grateful sense of his kindness stirred her to action, though
she only knew half what that kindness really was. At the end of
some ten minutes she again came to the window, pushed it open, and
said in a whisper, "Giles!" He at once emerged from the shade,
and saw that she was preparing to hand him his share of the meal
upon a plate.
"I don't like to treat you so hardly," she murmured, with deep
regret in her words as she heard the rain pattering on the leaves.
"But--I suppose it is best to arrange like this?"
"Oh yes," he said, quickly.
"I feel that I could never have reached Sherton."
"It was impossible."
"Are you sure you have a snug place out there?" (With renewed
misgiving.)
"Quite. Have you found everything you want? I am afraid it is
rather rough accommodation."
"Can I notice defects? I have long passed that stage, and you
know it, Giles, or you ought to.
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