`` I never take cold , '' answered Lucinda , with chattering teeth . `` And it is my dress I am thinking of -- was thinking of . You have more need to hurry . You are sopping wet yourself and you know you are subject to colds . There -- come . '' Lucinda picked up the stringy train , which had been so brave and buoyant five minutes before , and started up the field at a brisk rate . Romney came up to her and slipped his arm through hers in the old way . For a time they walked along in silence . Then Lucinda began to shake with inward laughter . She laughed silently for the whole length of the field ; and at the line fence between Peter Penhallow 's land and the Grange acres she paused , threw back the fascinator from her face , and looked at Romney defiantly . `` You are thinking of -- THAT , '' she cried , `` and I am thinking of it . And we will go on , thinking of it at intervals for the rest of our lives . But if you ever mention it to me I 'll never forgive you , Romney Penhallow ! '' `` I never will , '' Romney promised . There was more than a suspicion of laughter in his voice this time , but Lucinda did not choose to resent it . She did not speak again until they reached the Grange gate . Then she faced him solemnly . `` It was a case of atavism , '' she said . `` Old Grandfather Gordon was to blame for it . '' At the Grange almost everybody was in bed .
What XXXXX the guests straggling home at intervals and hurrying sleepily off to their rooms , nobody had missed Lucinda , each set supposing she was with some other set .
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