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To be observed at all in a moment of genuine emotion was bad enough, but to be observed by one who so plainly hoped to profit, was unbearable. Never, said Geoffrey to himself, at that glance of triumph from McVay's clear little eyes, never should any influence lead him to let a thief slip through his fingers.
It was McVay himself, who, disliking a pause, observed that it was almost time to begin on the preparation of the Christmas dinner. They all rose as if glad of a break. As they passed out of the door, Geoffrey laid his hand on McVay's arm. "Why do you deliberately try to exasperate me?" he said. McVay smiled. "Why do little boys lay their tongues to lamp-posts in freezing weather?
By no means had Geoffrey said to himself in so many words that he was in love, far less had anything so definite as marriage crossed his mind. He was too much in love to be so practical. He only knew that McVay's mere existence was a contamination and a tragedy. He had been sitting thus for some time, when he heard her step on the stairs.
He rose and met her in the hall, whence he could still keep his eye on McVay's studious figure in the library. She was dressed in her sables ready for departure. They looked at each other a moment in silence, he appealingly, she, with a cold blankness that seemed to say that not even a look could make her take further notice of him as a living being.
McVay's, about two miles east, near the Rouge. Of him father bought thirteen apple trees, did them up in two bundles, his large, mine small. We took them on our shoulders and started home, through the woods, thus saving two miles travel. On our way we explored woods we had never seen before. We planted the apple trees on the west end of the little ridge. They are now old trees.
He sprang up and found her standing in the hall. She was wrapped in her sable coat, but shivering from cold or fear. "There is some one getting into the house. I heard a window open and steps on the piazza, below my room. What can it be?" Geoffrey flung himself past her. The instinct of the hunter joined to the obstinacy of his nature maddened him at the notion of McVay's escape.
I mean I have worn it myself for some time, and I hope you will now, in remembrance of the time when you sheltered the houseless." She held out on her pink palm a flat gold pencil with a single topaz set in the top. The thing was of some value and Geoffrey, looking up, caught McVay's eye in which danced such a delicious merriment that Geoffrey's half-formed question was answered.
I made every effort to leave, but he would not hear of such a thing. He made it perfectly plain in fact that it was his wish to keep me. I yielded. That, I think, Holland, is a pretty accurate account of the night's proceeding, isn't it?" Geoffrey did not answer. His soul rebelled at the farce, and at McVay's irrepressible enjoyment of his own abilities.
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