Are you not Miss Forrester , my sister 's friend ? '' Francis Shelmardine ! Now I knew whom he resembled . And have I not heard endless dissertations from Connie on this wonderful brother of hers , Francis the clever , the handsome , the charming , until he has become the only hero of dreams I have ever had ? It was too wonderful . I could only stare dazedly back through my glass . `` May we know each other ? '' he went on . `` May I come over and introduce myself ? Right hand , yes ; left , no . '' I gasped ! Suppose he were to come ? What would happen ? I waved my left hand sorrowfully . He looked quite crestfallen and disappointed as he spelled out : `` Why not ? Would your friends disapprove ? '' I signalled : `` Yes . '' `` Are you displeased at my boldness ? '' was his next question . Where had all Aunt Martha 's precepts flown to then ?
I blush to record that I lifted my left XXXXX shyly and had just time to catch his pleased expression when Aunt Martha came up and said it was time to go home .
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