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XVIII

           Inthebedroom,whileshewasthrustingbackintothesatchelthefewthingsshehadbroughtawaywithher,shesuddenlyfeltthathiseyeswereonherandthathewasgoingtospeak.Shestoodstill,herhalf-foldednight-gowninherhand,whilethebloodrusheduptoherdrawncheeks.

           “Well,didyourigyourselfouthandsomely?Ihaven’tseenanybundlesround,”hesaidjocosely.

           “Oh,I’dratherletAllyHawesmakethefewthingsIwant,”sheanswered.

           “Thatso?”Helookedatherthoughtfullyforamomentandhiseye-browsprojectedinascowl.Thenhisfacegrewfriendlyagain.“Well,Iwantedyoutogobacklookingstylisherthananyofthem;butIguessyou’reright.You’reagoodgirl,Charity.”

           Theireyesmet,andsomethingroseinhisthatshehadneverseenthere:alookthatmadeherfeelashamedandyetsecure.

           “Iguessyou’regood,too,”shesaid,shylyandquickly.Hesmiledwithoutanswering,andtheywentoutoftheroomtogetheranddroppeddowntothehallintheglitteringlift.

           Latethatevening,inthecoldautumnmoonlight,theydroveuptothedooroftheredhouse.

           

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