said Frances gently . `` If I can get or do it for you , I will . '' `` You could , '' he said wistfully , `` but maybe you wo n't want to . But I do wish you 'd come here just once every day and sit here five minutes and let me look at you -- just that . Will it be too much trouble ? '' Frances stooped and kissed him . `` I will come every day , Jacky , '' she said ; and a look of ineffable content came over the thin little face . He put up his hand and touched her cheek . `` I knew you were good -- as good as Miss C'rona , and she is an angel . I love you . '' When morning came Frances went home . It was raining , and the sea was hidden in mist . As she walked along the wet road , Elliott Sherwood came splashing along in a little two-wheeled gig and picked her up . He wore a raincoat and a small cap , and did not look at all like a minister -- or , at least , like Frances 's conception of one . Not that she knew much about ministers . Her own minister at home -- that is to say , the minister of the fashionable uptown church which she attended -- was a portly , dignified old man with silvery hair and gold-rimmed glasses , who preached scholarly , cultured sermons and was as far removed from Frances 's personal life as a star in the Milky Way . But a minister who wore rubber coats and little caps and drove about in a two-wheeled gig , very much mud-bespattered , and who talked about the shore people as if they were household intimates of his , was absolutely new to Frances . She could not help seeing , however , that the crisp brown hair under the edges of the unclerical-looking cap curled around a remarkably well-shaped forehead , beneath which flashed out a pair of very fine dark-grey eyes ; he had likewise a good mouth , which was resolute and looked as if it might be stubborn on occasion ; and , although he was not exactly handsome , Frances decided that she liked his face . He tucked the wet , slippery rubber apron of his conveyance about her and then proceeded to ask questions . Jacky Hart 's case had to be reported on , and then Mr. Sherwood took out a notebook and looked over its entries intently .
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