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"I couldn't speak before this. Keep your head where it is, dear. It's all right now—all right now, isn't it?" I COULDN'T SPEAK BEFORE THIS KEEP YOUR HEAD WHERE IT IS DEAR IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW ISN'T IT
 “There was a garden with green-and-gilt railings—all hot. Do _you_ remember?” “I ought to. I was sitting on the other side of the bed before ‘It’ coughed and ‘They’ came in.” “You!”—the deep voice was unnaturally full and strong, and the girl’s wide-opened eyes burned in the dusk as she stared him through and through. “Then you’re the Boy—my Brushwood Boy, and I’ve known you all my life!” She fell forward on Dandy’s neck. Georgie forced himself out of the weakness that was overmastering his limbs, and slid an arm round her waist. The head dropped on his shoulder, and he found himself with parched lips saying things that up till then he believed existed only in printed works of fiction. Mercifully the horses were quiet. She made no attempt to draw herself away when she recovered, but lay still, whispering, “Of course you’re the Boy, and I didn’t know—I didn’t know.” “I knew last night; and when I saw you at breakfast—” “Oh, _that_ was why! I wondered at the time. You would, of course.” IN THE BIG HOUSE GEORGIE WENT ON REINING IN AGAIN THERE WAS A GARDEN WITH WITH GREEN AND GILT RAILINGS ALL HOT DO YOU REMEMBER I OUGHT TO I WAS SITTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED BEFORE IT COUGHED AND THEY CAME IN YOU THE DEEP VOICE WAS UNNATURALLY FULL AND STRONG AND THE GIRL'S WIDE OPENED EYES BURNED IN THE DUSK AS SHE STARED HIM THROUGH AND THROUGH YOU'RE THE BOY MY BRUSHWOOD BOY AND I'VE KNOWN YOU ALL MY LIFE SHE FELL FORWARD ON DANDY'S NECK GEORGIE FORCED HIMSELF OUT OF THE WEAKNESS THAT WAS OVERMASTERING HIS LIMBS AND SLID AN ARM ROUND HER WAIST THE HEAD DROPPED ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE FOUND HIMSELF WITH PARCHED LIPS SAYING THINGS THAT UP TILL THEN HE BELIEVED EXISTED ONLY IN PRINTED WORKS OF FICTION MERCIFULLY THE HORSES WERE QUIET SHE MADE NO ATTEMPT TO DRAW HERSELF AWAY WHEN SHE RECOVERED BUT LAY STILL WHISPERING OF COURSE YOU'RE THE BOY AND I DIDN'T KNOW I DIDN'T KNOW I KNEW LAST NIGHT AND WHEN I SAW YOU AT BREAKFAST OH THAT WAS WHY I WONDERED AT THE TIME YOU WOULD OF COURSE
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