Then he took Rosamund down to her brougham with a silent formality that touched her present sentimental mood.
She leaned from her carriage-window, looking at him where he stood, hat in hand, in the thickly falling snow.
"Please--without ceremony, Mr.Lansing." And, as he covered himself, "May I not drop you at your destination ?" "Thank you"-- in refusal.
"I thank you for being nice to me.

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Please believe there is often less malice than perversity in me.