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It was incredible, and yet it seemed that the only effect of the incident of the night before was to arouse in her a feeling of protection towards him she had the same instinctive desire to mother him as she had with regard to her brothers and sisters. It was not till the evening that he found himself alone with her. She was cooking the supper, and Philip was sitting on the grass by the side of the fire. Mrs. Athelny had gone down to the village to do some shopping, and the children were scatt. ered in various pursuits of their own. Philip hesitated to speak. He was very nervous. Sally attended to her business with serene competence and she accepted placidly the silence which to him was so embarrassing. He did not know how to begin. Sally seldom spoke unless she was spoken to or had something particular to say. At last he could not bear it any longer. You re not angry with me, Sally he blurted out suddenly. She raised her eyes quietly and looked at him without emotion. 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