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And having no fear he could afford to be friendly. Dave had no distinct remembrance of what happened just after that, but he was conscious of an overwhelming desire to hear Miss Duncan sing. How like Reenie she was! And just as he was beginning to think Mr. Duncan must surely have forgotten his lesson, he heard her asking him if she should sing.
"Do you blame me for being annoyed?" "No. But I rather blame you for showing it. You see, I was annoyed too." "Then you had nothing to do with with bringing about the situation that existed?" "Certainly not. Surely you do not think that I would that I would " "I beg your pardon, Reenie," said Dave, contritely. "I should have known better. But it seemed such a strange coincidence."
She led the way over the path followed the Sunday before until again they sat by the rushing water. Dave had again been filled with a sense of Reenie Hardy, and his conversation was disjointed and uninteresting. She tried unsuccessfully to draw him out with questions about himself; then took the more astute tack of speaking of her own past life.
Indeed, she was convinced that he would have called her Reenie anyway, just as she had called him Dave, without premeditation or intention. Then she remembered she was in the ranch country, in the foothills, where the conventions the conventions she hated had not yet become rooted, and where the souls of men and women stood bare in the clear light of frank acceptance of the fact.
It seemed the community had two natures; a sort of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on a community basis. Splendid qualities; large heartedness, generosity, were mingled and streaked through degrees of selfishness and lust running down into positive crime. . . And the wonder was not what the papers printed, but what they left untold. . . And he was glad he had met Reenie Hardy.
"I know you're true and clean," she repeated. "Come to me like that when I'm a woman and you're a man, and then then we'll know." He was tall and straight, and his shadow fell across her face, as though even the moon must not see. "Reenie," he said, "kiss me." For one moment she thought of her mother.
And Reenie Hardy had come into his life just when he needed a girl like Reenie Hardy to come into his life . . . He often thought of Reenie Hardy, and of her compact with him, and wondered what the end would be. And meanwhile he found the need of frequent readjustments.
And had it, perhaps, brought to her one change it had not brought to him a change in the anchor about which her heart's affection clung? This girl, riding ahead, suggestive in every curve and pose of Reenie Hardy. . . His eyes were burning with loneliness. He knew he was dull that day, and Edith was particularly charming and vivacious.
It was an eerie sensation, out on that broad plain of death, alone by the side of this man who was already far into the shadow, to hear him chuckle. "That splash of water you remember it made me think of the time we pulled the old car into the stream, and the harness broke, or something, and I had to carry you. You remember that, Reenie?" I could only say "Yes," and press his hand.
"It seems as though you would be in charge here for awhile, Reenie," he said, "so you will save time by getting acquainted at once with your equipment. Look the house over and see what you have to work with." "Well, I can commence here," she answered. "This is Dave's room. I suppose I should say Mr.
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