He 's just like the alligator in the old rhyme , who would n't go along , and would n't keep still , but just kept bobbing up and down . '' Two evenings later , when Anne went over to the Dix place , she and Theodora drifted into a conversation about Ludovic . Theodora , who was the most industrious soul alive , and had a mania for fancy work into the bargain , was busying her smooth , plump fingers with a very elaborate Battenburg lace centre-piece . Anne was lying back in a little rocker , with her slim hands folded in her lap , watching Theodora . She realized that Theodora was very handsome , in a stately , Juno-like fashion of firm , white flesh , large , clearly-chiselled outlines , and great , cowey , brown eyes . When Theodora was not smiling , she looked very imposing . Anne thought it likely that Ludovic held her in awe . `` Did you and Ludovic talk about Christian Science ALL Saturday evening ? '' she asked . Theodora overflowed into a smile . `` Yes , and we even quarrelled over it . At least I did . Ludovic would n't quarrel with anyone . You have to fight air when you spar with him . I hate to square up to a person who wo n't hit back . '' `` Theodora , '' said Anne coaxingly , `` I am going to be curious and impertinent . You can snub me if you like . Why do n't you and Ludovic get married ? '' Theodora laughed comfortably . `` That 's the question Grafton folks have been asking for quite a while , I reckon , Anne .
Well , I 'd have no objection XXXXX marrying Ludovic .
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