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Updated: May 19, 2025
After supper, when they hesitated before the library door, Nan said quite openly, as one who has decided that only the straight course will do: "Rookie, could I see you a minute? In the dining-room?" She took in Amelia with her frank smile. "Please, Mrs. Powell! It's business." "Certainly," Amelia said, rather stiffly. "Come, Dick. We'll keep up the fire."
"Darling Rookie," she said, so softly that the sound of it could not have got half way up the stairs, "what's it all about?" "About you, Nan," he answered, and denied himself the darling Nan he had for her. "And being in love. And Dick's wanting you." "It's more than that," said Nan wistfully. "He's been at you somehow. He's dug ditches across your dear forehead and down your cheeks.
As to chaperons, Charlotte will do very well, without legging it over here every night to keep you in countenance." Nan put on her hat and coat, and he picked up the bag. "Back door locked?" he asked. She laughed. "Yes," said she. "That shows I meant to come. Go ahead, Rookie. I'll lock this door." Mid-way down the path, she glanced at him and then ventured: "You look very much set up.
Nan was looking at him curiously. He became aware of it, and returned to himself with a start. He must, he judged, have been acting queerly. It had never happened before that he had been under other eyes when the vision rose to plague him. "You've been such a long time without speaking," said Nan gently. "What is it, Rookie dear?" He shook his head.
Turn about or I'll " And in a fury Pat had seized the other's rein, and, spurring savagely at Kilmaine, both horses instantly waking, as though responsive to the wrath and fervor of their little master, he fairly whirled the big trooper around and, despite fearsome protests, bore him onward toward the ridge, swift questioning as they rode. How came they to send a raw rookie on such a quest?
But it has long since been established that troubles flock together. As I crunched up the gravel walk between the hedge-rows, wild riot broke on my ear. Ancon police station was in eruption. From the Lieutenant to the newest uniformless "rookie" every member of the force was swarming in and out of the building.
"This is home," said Nan and rubbed her cheek on his coat. "Darling Rookie!" "You're running away from Milly," said Raven. "That's all right. I wish I could myself. But what are you going to say when she finds the house is open and you're here? I found it out and so can she. I was going by and saw the light." "She won't go by and see the light," said Nan, from the same far distance.
She did know she had flown wildly "up attic," the minute Rookie announced the daring plan of the visit, and flung open chest after chest, packed by Aunt Anne's exact hands, with this and that period of her clothes. Why had Aunt Anne kept them, she straightened herself to wonder, at one point, throwing them out in a disorderly pile, ginghams, muslins, a favorite China silk.
It might well be flushed, for he had called her darling, and Nan, feeling lorn and bewildered in losing the Rookie she used to think she knew, felt for the instant that she had got home again. She had lost him, she felt, when she saw the shaken look he gave the strange beautiful woman up in the hut.
Nan was looking at him now in her clear-eyed gravity, but still with that unconscious implication of there being something in it all to hurt her personally. The words came as if in spite of her, so impetuously that she might easily not have seen how significant they were: "There's nothing to be ashamed of in not getting the woman you want, especially with that reason. She adored you, Rookie.
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