"Hope, Anthony - Frivolous Cupid" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hope Anthony)"Your husband doesn't," observed Miss Sinclair.
"Poor George gets down from town so tired." She gave Harry the reply she had written (it was a refusal--she could not have told why), but he seemed not to understand that he was to go. Before he apprehended, she had to give him a significant glance; she gave it in dread of Maudie's eyes. She knew how sharp schoolgirls' eyes are in such things. Whether Maudie saw it or not, Harry did; he sprang to his feet and said good-night. Maudie was not long after him. The conversation languished, and there was nothing to keep her. With an honest yawn she took her leave. Mrs. Mortimer accompanied her down the garden to the gate. As she went, she became to her startled horror aware of a third person in the garden. She got rid of Maudie as soon as she could, and turned back to the house. Harry, emerging from behind a tree, stood before her. "I know what you're going to say," he said doggedly, "but I couldn't help it. I was dying to see you again." She spread out her hands as though to push him away. She was like a frightened girl. should come. Suppose my husband----" "I can't help it. I won't stay long." "Harry, Harry, don't be cruel! You'll ruin me, Harry. If you love me, go--if you love me." Even now he hardly fathomed her distress, but she had made him understand that this spot and this time were too dangerous. "Tell me where I can see you safely," he asked, almost demanded. "You can see me safely--nowhere." "Nowhere? You mean that you won't----" "Harry, come here a minute--there--no closer. I just want to be able to touch your hair. Go away, dear--yes, I said `dear.' Do please go away. You--you won't be any happier afterward for having--if--if you don't go away." He stood irresolutely still. Her fingers lightly touched his hair, and then her arm dropped at her side. He saw a tear run down her cheek. Suddenly his own face turned crimson. |
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