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serted. Now and then as they hurried along, for Joan walked as fast as she could to ward off conversation, they passed a solitary policeman doing his beat, and dim, scarce seen lovers emerged out of the shadows holding each other's hands. "Will you not take my arm?" Mr. Simpson ventured presently. He was slightly out of breath in his effort to keep up with her. "No, thank you," Joan answered. The whole occurrence was too ridiculous, yet for once in her life her sense of humour was failing her. "And I wish you would not bother to come any further, it is quite unnecessary." Her tone was more than chilly. Mr. Simpson, however remained undaunted. His slow and ponderous mind had settled on a certain course; it would need more than a little chilliness to turn it from its purpose. "I was going to ask you," he went on, "whether you would do me the honour of coming to the theatre one evening? If you have a mind that turns that way sometimes." "No, thank you," answered Joan once more. "I never go to theatres, and I shouldn't go with you in any case," she added desperately, as a final resource. "I meant no offence," the man answered, humble as ever. "I should always act straight by a girl, and for you----" "Oh, don't, please don't," Joan interrupted. She stopped in her walk and faced round on him. "Can't you see how impossible it would be for me----" she broke off abruptly, rather ashamed of her outburst. "I am going to be a snob in a minute, if I am not careful," she finished to herself. "I know I am not amusing, or anything," the man went on; "but you have always seemed so kind and considerate. If I have offended in any way, I am more than sorry." Joan felt that he was frowning as he always frowned in hopeless perplexity over his shorthand. "I am not offended," she tried to explain more gently. "Only, please do not ask me to go out with you again, or offer to walk home with me. Here we are anyway, this is where I live." She turned at the bottom of Shamrock House steps and held out her hand to him. "Good-night," she said. Simpson did not take her hand, instead he stared up at her; she could see how shiny and red his face was under the lamp. "You are not angry with me?" he stuttered. "Why, no, of course not," Joan prevaricated. Then she ran up the steps and let herself into the hall without looking back at him. For two or three days she attempted to ignore the man's presence in class next her, and S
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