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She was caught, but for the moment she did not know it. Her intent and watching poise, as she knelt upon the sofa with her hands resting on the back of it and two rather muddy little shoes turning their soles towards him, had in it something of mystery, of dear and eager childishness. He had the countryman's deliberate way of looking at things and of gathering their meaning. He saw the carefully laid table, the white sheen and the smoothness of it, the food that she had cooked. Obviously she was watching for somebody,-- for him.
"You--!"