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Chapter XII

           Doyouride?”

           “Yes,”saidJack,andhiseyeswereburningontheAngelasifhewouldfathomthedepthsofhersoul.

           “Well,”saidtheAngelwinsomely,“IknowwhatIjustwishyou’ddo.Iwishyouwouldletyourhairgrowalittlelonger.Thenwearablueflannelshirtalittleopenatthethroat,aredtie,andabroad-brimmedfelthat,andridepastmyhouseofevenings.I’malwaysathomethen,andalmostalwaysontheveranda,and,oh!butIwouldliketoseeyou!Willyoudothatforme?”ItisimpossibletodescribetheartwithwhichtheAngelaskedthequestion.ShewaslookingstraightintoJack’sface,coarseandhardenedwithsinandcarelessliving,whichwasnowtakingonawhollydifferentexpression.Theevillinesofitweresofteningandfadingunderhercleargaze.Adullredflamedintohisbronzecheeks,whilehiseyesweregrowingbrightlytender.

           “Yes,”hesaid,andtheglancehegavethemenwasofsuchanaturethatnoonesawfiteventochangecountenance.

           “Oh,goody!”shecried,tiltingonhertoes.“I’llaskallthegirlstocomesee,buttheyneedn’tstickin!Wecangetalongwithoutthem,can’twe?”

           Jackleanedtowardher.Hewasthecharmedflutteringbird,whiletheAngelwasthesnake.

           “Well,Iratherguess!”hecried.

           TheAngeldrewadeepbreathandsurveyedhimrapturously.

           “My,butyou’retall!”shecommented.“DoyousupposeIeverwillgrowtoreachyourshoulders?”

           Shestoodontiptoeandmeasuredthedistancewithhereyes.Thenshedevelopedtimidconfusion,whileherglancesoughttheground.

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