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That girl fascinates me! I
feel a fool in her presence. Is that a sign of being in love I wonder?"
"Certainly not!" returned George promptly; "for _I_ feel a fool in her
presence, and I'm not in love."
"How do you know that?" And Errington glanced at him keenly and
inquiringly.
"How do I know? Come, I like that! Have I studied myself all these years
for nothing? Look here,"--and he carefully drew out the little withering
bunch of daisies he had purloined--"these are for you. I knew you wanted
them, though you hadn't the impudence to pick them up, and I had. I
thought you might like to put them under your pillow, and all that sort
of thing, because if one is resolved to become love-lunatic, one may as
well do the thing properly out and out,--I hate all half-measures. Now,
if the remotest thrill of sentiment were in me, you can understand, I
hope, that wild horses would not have torn this adorable posy from my
possession! I should have kept it, and you would never have known of
it," and he laughed softly.


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