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had expected something different in the other and was perplexed at its not being there. Kipps found he was at the corner of the brown-covered table, and he picked up a little flexible book that lay upon it to occupy his mind.
"I bought you a ring to-day," he said, bending the book and speaking for the sake of saying something, and then he was moved to genuine speech. "You know," he said, "I can't 'ardly believe it."
Her face relaxed slightly again. "No?" she said, and may have breathed, "Nor I."
"No," he went on. "It's as though everything 'ad changed. More even than when I got my money. 'Ere we are going to marry. It's like being someone else. What I feel is———"
He turned a flushed and earnest face to her. He seemed to come alive to her with one natural gesture. "I don't know things. I'm not good enough. I'm not refined. The more you see of me the more you'll find me out."
"But I'm going to help you."
"You'll 'ave to 'elp me a fearful lot."
She walked to the window, glanced out of it, made up her mind, turned and came towards him with her hands clasped behind her back.
"All these things that trouble you are very little things. If you don't mind—if you will let me tell you things———"
"I wish you would."
"Then I will."
"They're little things to you, but they aren't to me."
"It all depends, if you don't mind being told."
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