“said Clarissa, urgently. “I daren't tear up that steep hill. They'll be halfway up by now.” “No, indeed, Miss Clarissa, I wouldn't dream of you racing up that hill, and you only just recovering from that bad heart of yours,” said Mrs. Lucy at once. “I meant this other girl to go.” Gwendoline was certainly not going to go chasing up Langley Hill in the hot sun, to fetch back people she disliked, to enjoy a fine tea. Let them go without! She pulled rather a long face. “I will go, of c...ourse,” she said, “but I think there's something a bit wrong with my heart, too—it flutters, you know, when I've done something rather energetic. It makes me feel I simply must lie down.” “Oh dear—that's how I used to feel!” cried Clarissa, sympathetically. “I forgot you spoke about your heart today, Gwen. Well, it can't be helped. We can't get the others back here to tea.” “What a pity,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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