Mr. Murray , this is my niece , Mollie Booth . '' `` What ? '' said Murray explosively . `` Miss Mollie Booth , '' repeated Mrs. Palmer in a louder tone . Murray regained outward self-control and bowed to the blushing Mollie . `` And what about Eve ? '' he thought helplessly . `` Who -- what was she ? Did I dream her ? Was she a phantom of delight ? No , no , phantoms do n't milk cows . She was flesh and blood . No chilly nymph exhaling from the mists of the marsh could have given a kiss like that . '' `` Mollie has come to stay the rest of the summer with me , '' said Mrs. Palmer . `` I hope to goodness my tribulations with hired girls is over at last . They have made a wreck of me . '' Murray rapidly reflected . This development , he decided , released him from his promise to tell no tales . `` I met a young lady down in the pond pasture this morning , '' he said deliberately . `` I talked with her for a few minutes .
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