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"She was French, then?" he exclaimed with some surprise.
"No," she answered gravely. "She was Norwegian, because her father and
mother both were of this land. She was what they call 'born sadly.' You
must not ask me any more about her, please!"
Errington apologized at once with some embarrassment, and a deeper color
than usual on his face. She looked up at him quite frankly.
"It is possible I will tell you her history some day," she said, "when
we shall know each other better. I do like to talk to you very much! I
suppose there are many Englishmen like you?"
Philip laughed. "I don't think I am at all exceptional! why do you ask?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I have seen some of them," she said
slowly, "and they are stupid. They shoot, shoot,--fish, fish, all day,
and eat a great deal. . . ."
"My dear Miss Gueldmar, I also do all these things!" declared Errington
amusedly. "These are only our surface faults. Englishmen are the best
fellows to be found anywhere. You mustn't judge them by their athletic
sports, or their vulgar appetites.


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