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False Dawn

           

           RoyaskedAnnetomarryhiminthelittlepavilionontheharborshorewheretheyhadtalkedontherainydayoftheirfirstmeeting.Annethoughtitveryromanticthatheshouldhavechosenthatspot.Andhisproposalwasasbeautifullywordedasifhehadcopiedit,asoneofRubyGillis’lovershaddone,outofaDeportmentofCourtshipandMarriage.Thewholeeffectwasquiteflawless.Anditwasalsosincere.TherewasnodoubtthatRoymeantwhathesaid.Therewasnofalsenotetojarthesymphony.Annefeltthatsheoughttobethrillingfromheadtofoot.Butshewasn’t;shewashorriblycool.WhenRoypausedforhisanswersheopenedherlipstosayherfatefulyes.Andthenshefoundherselftremblingasifshewerereelingbackfromaprecipice.Tohercameoneofthosemomentswhenwerealize,asbyablindingflashofillumination,morethanallourpreviousyearshavetaughtus.ShepulledherhandfromRoy’s.

           “Oh,Ican’tmarryyouIcan’tIcan’t,”shecried,wildly.

           Royturnedpaleandalsolookedratherfoolish.Hehadsmallblametohimfeltverysure.

           “Whatdoyoumean?”hestammered.

           “ImeanthatIcan’tmarryyou,”repeatedAnnedesperately.“IthoughtIcouldbutIcan’t.”

           “Whycan’tyou?”Royaskedmorecalmly.

           “BecauseIdon’tcareenoughforyou.”

           AcrimsonstreakcameintoRoy’sface.

           “Soyou’vejustbeenamusingyourselfthesetwoyears?”hesaidslowly.

           “No,no,Ihaven’t,”gaspedpoorAnne.Oh,howcouldsheexplain?SheCOULDN’Texplain.Therearesomethingsthatcannotbeexplained.

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