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.
Then she saw Ludovic Speed coming down the lane.
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.
No one else in Middle Grafton had such a tall, gently-stooping,
placidly-moving figure. In every kink and turn of it there
was an individuality all Ludovic's own.
Anne roused herself from her dreams, thinking it would only be tactful
to take her departure. Ludovic was courting Theodora. 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. Ludovic had
been coming down that lane to see Theodora, in the same ruminating,
unhastening fashion, for fifteen years!
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:
"There isn't any hurry, child. Sit down and have your call out.
You've seen Ludovic coming down the lane, and, I suppose, you think
you'll be a crowd. But you won't. Ludovic rather likes a third
person around, and so do I.
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