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"The sun has gone in. He was shining quite brightly half an hour ago," Bonnybell said with a slight but meaning glance at the clock, and an accent of very gentle reproach.
The time for setting out on the weekly Sunday walk had been overpassed by forty minutes, and Miss Ransome was found, when at last joined by her tardy companion, fidgeting up and down the hall, with a look of upbraiding punctuality. Invariably hitherto it had been she that had kept him waiting, yet the strange thing was that even now he offered her no apology. He was too busy thinking what an unconscious aptitude there was in her words, "The sun has gone in."