Chapter 1 - (VERSO)

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“You look well at the head of the table, Nancy,” he said critically. “How is it that you haven’t been presiding at one of your own long before this? I thought you’d meet with lots of men out in the world that you’d like – even who talked good grammar.”

“Peter, don’t!” said Nancy wincing. “I was a goose.”

“No, you were quite right. I was a tetchy fool. If I’d had any sense I’d have felt thankful you thought enough of me to want to improve me, and I’d have tried to kerrect my mistakes instead of getting mad. It’s too late now — I suppose.”

“Too late for what?” said Nancy, plucking up heart of grace at something in Peter’s tone and look.