What Maisie Knew What Maisie Knew

There was visibly, however, an influence that made Ida consider; she glanced at the gentleman she had left, who, having strolled with his hands in his pockets to some distance, stood there with unembarrassed vagueness. She directed to him the face that was like an illuminated garden, turnstile and all, for the frequentation of which he had his season-ticket; then she looked again at Sir Claude. I’ve given her up to her father to KEEP– not to get rid of by sending about the town either with you or with any one else.