Greatheart by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell
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She commanded herself with an effort. "I don't. Only it isn't nice to
feel a burden to anyone, is it? You wouldn't like it, would you?" "Oh, I don't know," he said, with his easy arrogance. "I think I should expect to be waited on if I were ill. You've had rather a bad time, I'm afraid. But you haven't missed much. The weather has been villainous." "I've missed all the dances," said Dinah, stifling a sob. He began to smile. "I wish I had. I haven't enjoyed one of them." That comforted her a little. At least Rose had not scored an unqualified victory! "You've been bored?" she asked. "Horribly bored," said Sir Eustace. "There's been no fun for anyone since the weather broke." She gathered her courage in both hands. "And so you're going home?" she said, and lay in quivering dread of his answer. He did not make one immediately. He seemed to be considering the matter. "There doesn't seem to be much point in staying on," he said finally, "unless things improve." "But they will improve," said Dinah quickly. "At least--at least they ought to." "A fortnight of bad weather isn't particularly encouraging," he remarked. "Of course it isn't! It's horrid," she agreed. "But every day makes it |
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