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This is getting too much for the romantic Rulledge." "Rulledge can bear up against the facts, I guess, Minver," Halson said, almost austerely. "Her father died two years ago, and then she had to come East, for her aunt simply wouldn't live on the ranche.
Minver asked. Rulledge would not let Wanhope answer. "Go on, Halson," he said. Halson roused himself from the reverie in which he was sitting with glazed eyes. "Well, what made it a little more anxious was that he had heard of bears on that mountain, and the green afternoon light among the trees was perceptibly paling.
It was before the time when they took the tickets at the gate, and you used to stick them into a little slot at the side of your berth, and the conductor came along and took them in the night, somewhere between Worcester and Springfield, I should say." "I remember," Rulledge assented, but very carefully, so as not to interrupt the flow of the narrative. "Used to wake up everybody in the car."
"Do you mean " we began simultaneously. "That be built the whole thing from the ground up, with the start that we had given him. Why, you poor things! Who could have told him how it all happened? Braybridge? Or the girl? As Wanhope began by saying, people don't speak of their love-making, even when they distinctly remember it." "Yes, but see here, Minver!" Rulledge said with a dazed look.
"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.
Here's Acton always dealing with the most rancid flirtatiousness, and missing the sweetness and beauty of a girlhood which does the cheekiest things without knowing what it's about, and fetches down its game whenever it shuts its eyes and fires at nothing. But I don't see how all this touches the point that Rulledge makes, or decides which finally made the offer."
"Poor woman!" said Rulledge, with a tenderness that made Minver smile. "What was it that did happen?" Wanhope examined his cup for some dregs of coffee, and then put it down with an air of resignation. I offered to touch the bell, but, "No, don't," he said. "I'm better without it."
Alford dropped weakly into the only chair in the room, which stood next the door by the head of his bed, and abandoned himself a helpless prey to the logic of the events. It was at this point, which I have been able to give in Wanhope's exact words, that, in the ensuing pause, Rulledge asked, as if he thought some detail might be denied him: "And what was the logic of the events?"
Her aunt came along by and by and took her to Europe mother dead before Hazelwood went out there. But the girl was always homesick for the ranch; she pined for it; and after they had kept her in Germany three or four years they let her come back and run wild again wild as a flower does, or a vine, not a domesticated animal." "Go slow, Halson. This is getting too much for the romantic Rulledge."
Halson smiled with radiant recognition. "Fact will always imitate fiction, if you give her time enough," I said. "Had they got back to the other picnickers?" Rulledge asked, with a tense voice. "In sound, but not in sight of them. She wasn't going to bring him into camp in that state; besides, she couldn't.
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