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"Quite friendlyThere was nothing that I could notice out of theco of the voice,"except that he kept his eyes fixed on Lilla, in a hich was quiteintolerable to any ht hold her dear"

"Now, in ay did he look?" asked Sir Nathaniel

"There was nothing in itself offensive; but no one could help noticingit"

"You didMiss Watford herself, as the victie as witnessesWas there anyone elsewho noticed?"

"Mier as she saw the look"

"What kind of look was it?Over-ardent or too ad, or what?Was itthe look of a lover, or one who fain would be?You understand?"

"Yes, sir, I quite understandAnything of that sort I should of coursenoticeIt would be part of ed

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"If it were not a?Where was the offence?"

Adam smiled kindly at the old man

"It was not amatoryEven if it was, such was to be expectedI shouldbe the last man in the world to object, since I am myself an offender inthat respectMoreover, not only have I been taught to fight fair, butby nature I believe I am justI would be as tolerant of and as liberalto a rival as I should expect hi of that kindAnd so long as it did not lack proper respect, Ishould not of my own part condescend to notice itDid you ever studythe eyes of a hound?"

"At rest?"

"No, when he is following his instincts!Or, better still," Ada his instinctsNotwhen he is swooping, buthis quarry?"

"No," said Sir Nathaniel, "I don't know that I ever didWhy, may Iask?"

"That was the lookCertainly not a of that kind--yetit was, it struck "