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 care so much and—lose.... There, there, my dear girl, never mind. I can bear it, of course. Only I didn’t know I’d planned it all out so, and— But never mind. I was going to have a bay-window full of—”

He turned away from her for a moment. But her hand was on his arm.

“We can plan it out together,” she said.

He knew how she would blush; he had even dared to think how directly her clear gray eyes would meet his—her skynessshyness [sic] was never hesitation—but he had not dreamed how soft her hair could be.