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ughts; and as she mounted the steps she was surprised to see Dr. Wyant detach himself from the group and advance to meet her. "May I post your letter?" he asked, lifting his hat. His gesture uncovered the close-curling hair of a small delicately-finished head just saved from effeminacy by the vigorous jut of heavy eye-brows meeting above full grey eyes. The eyes again, at first sight, might have struck one as too expressive, or as expressing things too purely decorative for the purposes of a young country doctor with a growing practice; but this estimate was corrected by an unexpected abruptness in their owner's voice and manner. Perhaps the final impression produced on a close observer by Dr. Stephen Wyant would have been that the contradictory qualities of which he was compounded had not yet been brought into equilibrium by the hand of time. Justine, in reply to his question, had drawn back a step, slipping her letter into the breast of her jacket. "That is hardly worth while, since it was addressed to you," she answered with a slight smile as she turned to descend the post-office steps. Wyant, still carrying his hat, and walking with quick uneven steps, followed her in silence till they had passed beyond earshot of the loiterers on the threshold; then, in the shade of the maple boughs, he pulled up and faced her. "You've written to say that I may come tomorrow?" Justine hesitated. "Yes," she said at length. "Good God! You give royally!" he broke out, pushing his hand with a nervous gesture through the thin dark curls on his forehead. Justine laughed, with a trace of nervousness in her own tone. "And you talk--well, imperially! Aren't you afraid to bankrupt the language?" "What do you mean?" he said, staring. "What do _you_ mean? I have merely said that I would see you tomorrow----" "Well," he retorted, "that's enough for my happiness!" She sounded her light laugh again. "I'm glad to know you're so easily pleased." "I'm not! But you couldn't have done a cruel thing without a struggle; and since you're ready to give me my answer tomorrow, I know it can't be a cruel one." They had begun to walk onward as they talked, but at this she halted. "Please don't take that tone. I dislike sentimentality!" she exclaimed, with a tinge of imperiousness that was a surprise to her own ears. It was not the first time in the course of her friendship with Stephen Wyant that she had been startled by t
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