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Consequently his presence embarrassed me not a little. He was a
handsome boy, with blue eyes, long lashes, fair hair, and a gentle
habit of speech. When I came to know him better, I learnt the quick
wit and subtle power that lay beneath his laziness of manner; but at
present the soul of Thomas Loveday slept.
He was certainly not wide awake when he entered the room. With a
sleepy nod at me, and no trace of surprise at my presence, he pursued
his meal. Occasionally, as Aunt Elizabeth put a fresh question, he
would regard her with a long stare, but otherwise gave no sign of
animation. This finally so exasperated my aunt that she addressed
him--
"Thomas, do not stare."
Thomas looked mildly surprised for a moment, and then inquired, "Why
not?"
"Does the boy think I'm a wild Indian?" The question was addressed
to me, but I could not say, so kept a discreet silence. Thomas
relieved me from my difficulty by answering, "No," thoughtfully.
"Then why stare so? I'm sure I don't know what boys are made of,
nowadays."
"Slugs and snails and puppy-dogs' tails," was the dreamy answer.


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