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It fits in very nicely between the grapefruit and the bacon-and-eggs." "It is, also, powerful," she added, "and is said to be absolutely servile to corporate interests." "Drennie, you talk like an anarchist. You are rich yourself, you know." "And, against each of those other concerns, various charges have been made." "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't ask me that, please," he said, in a carefully controlled voice. "I don't even want to ask myself. My God, Drennie, don't you see that I'm afraid to answer that?" She rose from her seat, and stood for just an instant rather unsteadily before him, then she laughed. "Samson, Samson!" she challenged. "The moon is making us as foolish as children. Old friend, we are growing silly.

Then, as he leaned over and took Adrienne's hand, he added: "The Goops send you their welcome." His smile was unchanged, but the girl noted that his hair had again grown long. Finally, as the sun was setting, they reached a roadside cabin, and the mountaineer said briefly to the other men: "You fellows ride on. I want Drennie to stop with me a moment. We'll join you later." Lescott nodded.

"Saddlebags, Drennie," he said, "and in them are homespun and jeans. One can't lead his 'fluttered folk and wild' in a cutaway coat." Shortly they were at the station, and the man, standing at the side of the machine, took her hand. "It's not good-by, you know," he said, smiling. "Just auf Wiedersehen." She nodded and smiled, too, but, as she smiled, she shivered, and turned the car slowly.

"I've just been explaining to Miss Willoughby that we only eat the people we kill in Kentucky on certain days of solemn observance and sacrifice. I wanted to be agreeable to you, Drennie, for a while." The girl shook her head sternly, but she smiled and made a place for him at her side. She wondered what form his being agreeable to her would take.

"Will you have anything to ask me when Christmas comes?" "If I can wait that long, Drennie," he told her. "Don't wait, dear," she suddenly exclaimed, turning toward him, and raising eyes that held his answer. "Ask me now!" But the question which he asked was one that his lips smothered as he pressed them against her own.

"You won't lose us both, Drennie," he said, steadily. "You may lose your choice but, if you find yourself able to fall back on substitutes, I'll still be there, waiting." For once, he did not meet her scrutiny, or know of it. His own eyes were fixed on the slow swing of heavy, gray-green waters.

Slowly, he said, looking straight into her eyes: "This is Sally's cabin, Drennie." He watched her expression, and her lips curved up in the same sweetness of smile that had first captivated and helped to mold him. "It's lovely!" she cried, with frank delight. "It's a picture." "Wait!" he commanded.

Now, she flashed on him an affectionate smile, and added: "We have been waiting to see him. Must we go to bed disappointed?" George stood looking down on them, and tinkled the ice in his glass. "He wasn't brought on for purposes of exhibition, Drennie," he smiled. "I was afraid, if he came in here in the fashion of his arrival carrying his saddlebags you ultra-civilized folk might have laughed."

She nodded, and he went on. "The thing which you call fascination in me was really just a proxy, Drennie. You were liking qualities in me that were really his qualities. Just because you had known him only in gentle guise, his finish blinded you to his courage.