'
'So we can,' he answered, going with her.
They found Winifred at the lodge admiring the litter of purebred white
puppies. The girl looked up, and there was a rather ugly, unseeing cast
in her eyes as she turned to Gerald and Gudrun. She did not want to see
them.
'Look!' she cried. 'Three new puppies! Marshall says this one seems
perfect. Isn't it a sweetling? But it isn't so nice as its mother.' She
turned to caress the fine white bull-terrier bitch that stood uneasily
near her.
'My dearest Lady Crich,' she said, 'you are beautiful as an angel on
earth. Angel--angel--don't you think she's good enough and beautiful
enough to go to heaven, Gudrun? They will be in heaven, won't they--and
ESPECIALLY my darling Lady Crich! Mrs Marshall, I say!'
'Yes, Miss Winifred?' said the woman, appearing at the door.
'Oh do call this one Lady Winifred, if she turns out perfect, will you?
Do tell Marshall to call it Lady Winifred.'
'I'll tell him--but I'm afraid that's a gentleman puppy, Miss
Winifred.
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