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"I'm not sure of that. No man's part of any case is plain, if you look at it carefully. The most that you can say of Braybridge is that he is rather a simple nature. But nothing," the psychologist added, with one of his deep breaths, "is so complex as a simple nature." "Well," Minver contended, "Braybridge is plain, if his case isn't." "Plain? Is he plain?" Wanhope asked, as if asking himself.
From that point on she dropped Braybridge like a hot coal; and as there was nothing of the flirt in her, she simply kept with the women, the older girls, and the tabbies, and left Braybridge to worry along with the secret of his turned ankle.
She was not going to have the equilibrium of her party disturbed, and that was all about it. Welkin thought it was odd that Braybridge didn't insist; and he made a long story of it. But the grain of wheat in his bushel of chaff was that Miss Hazelwood seemed to be fascinated by Braybridge from the first. When Mrs.
"The amazing thing is that they got lost again, and that when they tried going back to the Canucks they couldn't find the way." "Why didn't they follow the sound of the chopping?" I asked. "The Canucks had stopped, for the time being. Besides, Braybridge was rather ashamed, and he thought if they went straight on they would be sure to come out somewhere. But that was where he made a mistake.
"I have heard," Minver went on, "that Braybridge insisted on paddling the canoe back to the other shore for her, and that it was on the way that he offered himself." We others stared at Minver in astonishment. Halson glanced covertly towards him with his gay eyes. "Then that wasn't true?" "How did you hear it?" Halson asked. "Oh, never mind. Is it true?"
"And when they got lost from the rest of the party at that picnic " "Lost?" Rulledge demanded. "Why, yes. Didn't you know? But I ought to go back. They said there never was anything prettier than the way she unconsciously went for Braybridge, the whole day. She wanted him, and she was a child who wanted things frankly, when she did want them.
"If it's all a fake of his, how came you to have heard of Braybridge paddling the canoe back for her?" "That was the fake that tested the fake. When he adopted it, I knew he was lying, because I was lying myself. And then the cheapness of the whole thing! I wonder that didn't strike you. It's the stuff that a thousand summer-girl stories have been spun out of.
"Well, hadn't the offer already been made?" "But how?" "Oh, in the usual way." "What is the usual way?" "I thought everybody knew that. Of course, it was from Braybridge finally, but I suppose it's always six of one and half a dozen of the other in these cases, isn't it? I dare say he couldn't get any one to take her the handkerchief. My dinner?"
You can send it to me. He asked where, and she said: 'In New York in the fall at the Walholland. Braybridge never knew how he dared, but he shouted after her she was paddling on again 'May I bring it? and she called over her shoulder again, without fully facing him, but her profile was enough: 'If you can't get any one to bring it for you. The words barely reached him, but he'd have caught them if they'd been whispered; and he watched her across the lake and into the bushes, and then broke for his train.
Welkin scared him into saying that he would stay his week out, the business practically was done. They went picnicking that day in each other's charge; and after Braybridge left he wrote back to her, as Mrs. Welkin knew from the letters that passed through her hands, and Well, their engagement has come out, and " Wanhope paused with an air that was at first indefinite, and then definitive.
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