I gasped ! Suppose he were to come ? What would happen ? I waved my left hand sorrowfully . He looked quite crestfallen and disappointed as he spelled out : `` Why not ? Would your friends disapprove ? '' I signalled : `` Yes . '' `` Are you displeased at my boldness ? '' was his next question . Where had all Aunt Martha 's precepts flown to then ? I blush to record that I lifted my left hand shyly and had just time to catch his pleased expression when Aunt Martha came up and said it was time to go home . So I picked myself meekly up , shook the sand from my dress , and followed my good aunt dutifully home . July Thirteenth . When we went to the shore this morning I had to wait in spasms of remorse and anxiety until Aunt got tired of reading and set off along the shore with Mrs. Saxby . Then I reached for my glass . Mr. Shelmardine and I had quite a conversation . Under the circumstances there could be no useless circumlocution in our exchange of ideas . It was religiously `` boiled down , '' and ran something like this : `` You are not displeased with me ? '' `` No -- but I should be . '' `` Why ? ''
`` It is wrong XXXXX deceive Aunt . ''
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