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The touch of his hand and the tenderness of his voice touched a chord in Dexie's heart and sent a thrill through every nerve, and she raised her eyes to his for one brief moment; but in that short time she read a story that might have filled a volume, and no one could now say of her that "her heart had not yet awakened," for she knew the truth at last. The appearance of Mrs.
Gurney who drove to the depot in the evening to meet the travellers, much to the disappointment of Hugh, who hoped to be the first to receive Dexie's greetings; but the excitement of their arrival had somewhat subsided by the time he made his appearance in the house. It is needless to say there was great rejoicing in the Gurney household that evening.
He had only to take a seat by Gussie's side, and say a few words to her, even the most commonplace, and Dexie's reserve would melt at once, so he spent many pleasant evenings in the parlor by this little scheme. He knew very well that Gussie was spreading her net, but if he found Dexie entangled in the meshes instead, Gussie's injured feelings would not trouble him.
"As you please," and catching sight of the book she was looking for, she turned hastily from him and seated herself by her father's side. Guy felt in little humor to continue the discussion. He felt that Dexie's manner was but a cloak to hide her true feelings from him, and finding it impossible to draw her into further conversation he rose to leave the room.
Being on the Social Committee, Dexie Sherwood was frequently thrown into his society, but by some mistake or unintentional oversight they had never been introduced, and there was something in Dexie's manner that forbade him to make any advances without this formal introduction.
"You have always stood in my way, and your Puritanical notions have spoiled many pleasures for me; so whatever tears I shed will be tears of joy." "Thank you, Gussie; that speech is all that is needed to remove every vestige of regret I may have felt at leaving home," was Dexie's reply, an unusual light in her dark eyes.
Taylor, who was brightening up the fire, and she said: "Seems to me you haven't such a warm welcome for your brother as your sister gives him, yet he has been inquiring very particularly after you." "He is not my brother, Mrs. Taylor. I do not know how the mistake has been made, but we are no relation whatever." "Not your brother! Then who are you, my dear?" smiling at Dexie's blushing face.
Sherwood was soon in Dexie's room, and he was startled at the intense expression of his daughter's face. "My dear girl! what has happened to you?" he tenderly asked, as he took her hands and drew her to his side. "Try and tell me." He stroked her ruffled hair, and spoke in soothing tones, but it was several minutes before she could utter a word.
"I did not know what to do when I heard Gussie reading it aloud." "I knew at once it was yours by the way you looked; but I thought I would play the vanquished lover, and crave your pardon for my audacity afterwards," and he looked intently into Dexie's flushed face. "Believe me, Mr. Traverse, the writer of that letter is not the silly man one would expect, judging by his foolish words.
A revolution was going on in Dexie's mind as the sleigh flew over the level road, and Lancy watched the varying expressions, for he had learned to read her face like an open book. Checking the speed of his horse, he turned to her and asked if she felt the least cold. "Not at all, Lancy; the air is just frosty enough to make it enjoyable."
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