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Chapter XIII. His Credentials Accepted: A Babel Of Tongues

           

           “Youcanhandleahorseaswellasanyone,afteralittlepractice,”headded,encouragingly.

           Hehadbeenlookingforsometimeforabreakintheconversationwhenhecouldgiveitaseriousturn.Onceortwicehehadheldhispeace,hopingthatinsilenceherthoughtswouldtakethecolourofhisown,butshehadlightlycontinuedthesubject.Presently,however,hissilencecontrolledthesituation.Thedriftofhisthoughtsbegantotell.Hegazedfixedlyatnothinginparticular,asifhewerethinkingofsomethingwhichconcernedhernotatall.Histhoughts,however,spokeforthemselves.Shewasverymuchawarethataclimaxwaspending.

           “Doyouknow,”hesaid,“IhavespentthehappiesteveningsinyearssinceIhaveknownyou?”

           “Haveyou?”shesaid,withassumedairiness,butstillexcitedbytheconvictionwhichthetoneofhisvoicecarried.

           “Iwasgoingtotellyoutheotherevening,”headded,“butsomehowtheopportunityslippedaway.”

           Carriewaslisteningwithoutattemptingtoreply.Shecouldthinkofnothingworthwhiletosay.Despitealltheideasconcerningrightwhichhadtroubledhervaguelysinceshehadlastseenhim,shewasnowinfluencedagainstronglyinhisfavour.

           “Icameouthereto-day,”hewenton,solemnly,“totellyoujusthowIfeel—toseeifyouwouldn’tlistentome.”

           Hurstwoodwassomethingofaromanticistafterhiskind.Hewascapableofstrongfeelings—oftenpoeticones—andunderastressofdesire,suchasthepresent,hewaxedeloquent.

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