--anyhow; but now--I've done it!' The girl let her forehead rest
against his lips, which moved downwards till they reached hers. That
first real lover's kiss-strange, wonderful, still almost innocent--in
which heart did it make the most disturbance?
"Come to the big apple tree to-night, after they've gone to bed.
Megan-promise!"
She whispered back: "I promise."
Then, scared at her white face, scared at everything, he let her go, and
went downstairs again. Yes! He had done it now! Accepted her love,
declared his own! He went out to the green chair as devoid of a book as
ever; and there he sat staring vacantly before him, triumphant and
remorseful, while under his nose and behind his back the work of the farm
went on. How long he had been sitting in that curious state of vacancy
he had no notion when he saw Joe standing a little behind him to the
right. The youth had evidently come from hard work in the fields, and
stood shifting his feet, breathing loudly, his face coloured like a
setting sun, and his arms, below the rolled-up sleeves of his blue shirt,
showing the hue and furry sheen of ripe peaches. His red lips were open,
his blue eyes with their flaxen lashes stared fixedly at Ashurst, who
said ironically:
"Well, Joe, anything I can do for you?"
"Yeas."
"What, then?"
"Yu can goo away from yere. Us don' want yu."
Ashurst's face, never too humble, assumed its most lordly look.
"Very good of you, but, do you know, I prefer the others should speak for
themselves."
The youth moved a pace or two nearer, and the scent of his honest heat
afflicted Ashurst's nostrils.
"What d'yu stay yere for?"
"Because it pleases me."
"Twon't please yu when I've bashed yure head in!"
"Indeed! When would you like to begin that?"
Joe answered only with the loudness of his breathing, but his eyes looked
like those of a young and angry bull. Then a sort of spasm seemed to
convulse his face.
"Megan don' want yu."
A rush of jealousy, of contempt, and anger with this thick,
loud-breathing rustic got the better of Ashurst's self-possession; he
jumped up, and pushed back his chair.
"You can go to the devil!"
And as he said those simple words, he saw Megan in the doorway with a
tiny brown spaniel puppy in her arms. She came up to him quickly:
"Its eyes are blue!" she said.
Joe turned away; the back of his neck was literally crimson.
Ashurst put his finger to the mouth of the little brown
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