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Book Excerpter white ankles."Is that a reflection?" she demanded.I shook my head."By no manner of means. But there's a place for everything, isn't there? I mean----"We both laughed."That's better," said my companion. "I couldn't bear to see you so worried this beautiful morning.""My dear," said I, "you've a nice kind heart, and I thank you.""Don't mention it," said Miss Deriot.From the crown of her broad-brimmed hat to the soles of her buckskin shoes she was the pink of daintiness. Health was springing in her fresh cheeks, eagerness danced in her eyes, energy leapt from her carriage. Had she been haughty, you would have labelled her "Diana," and have done with it; but her eyes were gentle, and there was a tenderness about her small mouth that must have pardoned Actæon. A plain gold wrist-watch on a black silk strap was all her jewellery."We'd better strike across the next field," said Miss Deriot. "There's a path that'll bring us out opposite
