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"
What
is
blush
?
"
"
She
goes
a
beautiful
pink
colour
.
"
David
,
who
had
by
this
time
broken
my
connection
with
the
head
office
,
crossed
to
his
mother
expectantly
.
"
I
do
n't
,
David
,
"
she
cried
.
"
I
think
,
"
said
I
,
"
she
will
do
it
now
,
"
and
with
the
instinct
of
a
gentleman
I
looked
away
.
Thus
I
can
not
tell
what
happened
,
but
presently
David
exclaimed
admiringly
,
"
Oh
,
mother
,
do
it
again
!
"
As
she
would
not
,
he
stood
on
the
fender
to
see
in
the
mantel-glass
whether
he
could
do
it
himself
,
and
then
Mary
turned
a
most
candid
face
on
me
,
in
which
was
maternity
rather
than
reproach
.
Perhaps
no
look
given
by
woman
to
man
affects
him
quite
so
much
.
"
You
see
,
"
she
said
radiantly
and
with
a
gesture
that
disclosed
herself
to
me
,
"
I
can
forgive
even
that
.
You
long
ago
earned
the
right
to
hurt
me
if
you
want
to
.
"
It
weaned
me
of
all
further
desire
to
rail
at
Mary
,
and
I
felt
an
uncommon
drawing
to
her
.
"
And
if
I
did
think
that
for
a
little
while
--
,
"
she
went
on
,
with
an
unsteady
smile
.
"
Think
what
?
"
I
asked
,
but
without
the
necessary
snap
.
