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He apologized for his letters whenever he met her; but at last one of them came to her before breakfast with a special delivery stamp from Boston. He had withdrawn to the city to write it, and he said that if she could not make him a favorable answer, he should not come back to Woodlake. She had to show this letter to Mrs. Lander, who asked: "You want he should come back?" "No, indeed!
She was so serious still when she went down to her state-room that Mrs. Lander was distracted from her potential ailments to ask: "What is it, Clementina?" "Oh, nothing. Mrs. Milray has got me to say that I would do something at a concert they ah' going to have on the ship." She explained, "It's that skut dance I learnt at Woodlake of Miss Wilson."
Ten thousand years ago, perhaps, he would have seized her and carried her off in triumph to his clan or tribe. To-day he must, he would win her by more subtle means. His mind was made up. She had pointed the way. That night Dodge left Woodlake hastily for New York. To Constance a new purpose seemed to have entered into a barren life.
Well, we did have one at Woodlake, but she made us do so many things for her, that we thought we should like to do a few things for ouaselves, awhile." If Miss Milray perhaps did not conceive the situation, exactly, she said, Oh, they were quite right in that; but she might count upon Miss Claxon for her dance, might not she; and might not she do anything in her power for them?
Milray insisted. "Is it something you could do alone?" "It's just a dance that I learned at Woodlake. The teacha said that all the young ladies we'e leaning it. It's a skut-dance " "The very thing!" Mrs. Milray shouted. "It'll be the hit of the evening." "But I've never done it before any one," Clementina faltered. "They'll all be doing their turns," the Englishman said.
I a'n't agoin' to have you lead him on, and then say you didn't know where he was goin'. I can't keep runnin' away everywhe'e, fo' you, the way I done at Woodlake." Clementina's heart gave a leap, whether joyful or woeful; but she answered indignantly, "How can you say such a thing to me, Mrs. Lander. I'm not leading him on!" "I don't know what you call it.
The young man paused a moment to watch the effect of his revelation of himself to Constance Dunlap. There was a certain cynical bitterness in his tone which made her shudder. "If you were to be discovered what then?" she hazarded. Murray Dodge looked at her significantly, but said nothing. Instead, he turned and gazed silently at the ruffled waters of Woodlake.
The crisis was past now and she felt the nervous reaction. "There is one thing more I want to say," he added in a low tone. He had crossed to where she was standing by the window, and bent over, speaking with great emotion. "Since that afternoon at Woodlake when you turned me back again from the foolish and ruinous course on which I had decided you you have been more to me than life.
He apologized for his letters whenever he met her; but at last one of them came to her before breakfast with a special delivery stamp from Boston. He had withdrawn to the city to write it, and he said that if she could not make him a favorable answer, he should not come back to Woodlake. She had to show this letter to Mrs. Lander, who asked: "You want he should come back?" "No, indeed!
When I heard from Fane that you were at Woodlake, I wished to come out and see you, but I hadn't the courage, I hadn't the right. I've had to come to you without either, now. Did he speak to you about me?" "I thought he was beginning to, once; but he neva did." "It didn't matter; it could only have made bad worse.
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