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aristocratic intonation), "can I be of any assistance to you?"
The Young Lady in Grey bit her lower lip and said very prettily, "None,
thank you." She glanced away from him and made as if she would proceed.
"
Oh!" said Mr. Hoopdriver, taken aback and suddenly crestfallen
again. It was so unexpected. He tried to grasp the situation. Was she
coquetting? Or had he--?
"
Excuse me, one minute," he said, as she began to wheel her machine
again.
"Yes?" she said, stopping and staring a little, with the colour in her
cheeks deepening.
"I should not have alighted if I had not--imagined that you--er, waved
something white--" He paused.
She looked at him doubtfully. He HAD seen it! She decided that he was
not an unredeemed rough taking advantage of a mistake, but an innocent
soul meaning well while seeking happiness. "I DID wave my handkerchief,"
she said. "I'm very sorry. I am expecting--a friend, a gentleman,"--she
seemed to flush pink for a minute. "He is riding a bicycle and dressed
in--in brown; and at a distance, you know--"
"Oh, quite!" said Mr. Hoopdriver, bearing up in manly fashion against
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