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close to him and leaning over him to see what he had done. At Lewisham's request she got him the envelopes from the chest of drawers. "You are a help to a chap," said Lewisham, leaning back from the table. "I feel I could do anything for a girl like you—anything."
"Really!" she cried. "Really! Am I really a help?"
Lewisham's face and gesture were all assent. She gave a little cry of delight, stood for a moment, and then by way of practical demonstration of her unflinching helpfulness, hurried round the table towards him with arms extended. "You dear!" she cried.
Lewisham, partially embraced, pushed his chair back with his disengaged arm, so that she might sit on his knee. . . .
Who could doubt that she was a help?
