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But will you ?" He gaily evaded an answer, and after a while he fancied she had forgotten.

They spoke of other things, of her convalescence, of the engagements she had been obliged to cancel, of the stupid hours in her room--doubly stupid, as the doctor had not permitted her to read or sew.
"And every day violets from you," she said; "it was certainly nice of you.