FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142  
143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   >>   >|  
Nan was silent again for a little, but she still held fast to his hand. "Were you," she asked hesitatingly at length, "were you--making love to me--that night?" "After my own savage fashion," he said. "Well," she said, a slight quiver in her voice, "it didn't hurt me, Piet." Piet was silent. "I mean," she said, gathering courage, "if--if I had known that it meant just that, I--well, I shouldn't have minded so much." Still Piet was silent. His hand shaded his eyes, but she knew that he was watching her. "Do you understand?" she asked him doubtfully. "No," he said. "Don't you--don't you know what I want you to do?" she said, rather Breathlessly. "No," he said again. "Must I--tell you?" she asked, with a gasp. "I think you must," he said, in his grave way. She lifted her head abruptly. Her eyes were very big and shining. She stretched her hands out to him with a little, quivering laugh. "I hate you for making me say it!" she declared, with a vehemence half passionate, half whimsical. "Piet, I--I want you--to--to--take me in your arms again, and--and--kiss me--as you did--that night." The last words were uttered from his breast, though she never knew how she came to be there. It was as though a whirlwind had caught her away from the earth into a sunlit paradise that was all her own--a paradise in which fear had no place. And the chain against which she had chafed so long and bitterly had turned to links of purest gold. * * * * * The Consolation Prize "So you don't want to marry me?" said Earl Wyverton. He said it by no means bitterly. There was even the suggestion of a smile on his clean-shaven face. He looked down at the girl who stood before him, with eyes that were faintly quizzical. She was bending at the moment to cut a tall Madonna lily from a sheaf that grew close to the path. At his quiet words she started and the flower fell. He stooped and picked it up, considered it for a moment, then slipped it into the basket that was slung on her arm. "Don't be agitated," he said, gently. "You needn't take me seriously--unless you wish." She turned a face of piteous entreaty towards him. She was trembling uncontrollably. "Oh, please, Lord Wyverton," she said, earnestly, "please, don't ask me! Don't ask me! I--I felt so sure you wouldn't." "Did you?" he said. "Why?" He looked at her with grave inter
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142  
143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
silent
 

making

 

Wyverton

 
turned
 

bitterly

 

paradise

 

looked

 

moment

 

shaven

 

suggestion


purest

 
chafed
 

Consolation

 
started
 
piteous
 

entreaty

 

agitated

 

gently

 

trembling

 

wouldn


uncontrollably

 

earnestly

 

basket

 

Madonna

 

faintly

 
quizzical
 

bending

 

considered

 

slipped

 

picked


stooped

 

flower

 
minded
 

shouldn

 

shaded

 

Breathlessly

 

doubtfully

 

watching

 

understand

 

courage


gathering
 
hesitatingly
 

length

 

savage

 

quiver

 
fashion
 

slight

 
uttered
 
breast
 

whimsical