She wished she had not stood up. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. She felt flattered. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive.
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