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"Baron, I leave that to your own distinguished powers of deduction," said Truxton gently. He took a long pull at the straw, watching the other's face as he did so. The Baron smiled. "You have found the young lady to be very attractive," observed the Baron. "Where have you known her before?" "I beg pardon?"
And to him the pity of it all was that he was as hard as nails and as strong as a bullock a sad waste, if one were to believe him in his bitter lamentations. Toward the end of his first week at Red Roof, the summer home of the Truxton Kings, he might have been found on the broad lawn late one afternoon, playing tennis with his hostess, the lovely and vivacious "Aunt Loraine." To him, Mrs.
She was sure of that, and she would see him soon. He had promised. And she would not have to go back to Oscar and Flora until she was ready. Flora was better, but still very weak. It would be much wiser, the doctor had said, if she saw no one but her nurses for several days. Truxton Beaufort rode over to King's Crest the next morning, and sat on the steps of the Schoolhouse.
"My dear," she said, finding Becky still on the porch, "I have something to tell you. Will you go up-stairs with me? I think I should like to lie down " Becky put a strong young arm about her and they went up together. "It's it's about Truxton," Aunt Claudia said, prone on the couch in her room. "Becky he's married " "Married?" "Married, my dear. He did not tell me until last night.
Becky had a sudden forlorn sense that things were wrong with the whole world. But she didn't want Mary to be unhappy. "Truxton loves you," she said, "and you love him. Don't let anything make you miserable when you have that. Nothing else counts, Mary." There was a note of passion in her voice which brought a pulsing response from Mary. "It is the only thing that counts, Becky.
Then she said, bravely, "I don't quite fit in, Becky. I am still an outsider." "Oh, Mary!" "I am not unhappy, and Truxton is such a dear. But I shall be glad to get home, Becky." "But you look so lovely, Mary, and everybody seems so kind." "They are, but underneath I am just plain Mary Flippin. They know that, and so do I, and it will take them some time to forget it."
His day was from daylight until dark, often until long after dark. Upon more than one evening, after the men had had their suppers and crawled into their blankets, he and Truxton had sat in the tent at the cook's rude table, a lantern between them, figuring and planning upon the next day. He began to notice a vague change in the older engineer as the days went by.
Bobby gave a quick glance over his shoulder at one of the broad windows. Truxton distinctly saw the blinds close with a convulsive jerk. "Thanks! Much obliged! Good-bye!" sang out the Prince, gleefully. He waved his hand and then hopped off the chair on which he was standing. Truxton heard his little heels clatter across the stone balcony. For a moment he was nonplused. "Well, I'm By Jove!
Truxton was not looking for a man, but for an efficient, reliable machine, one that had already been tested and found to be strong, trustworthy, infallible. Again the question had been put to him, "What have you done?" And it was nobody's fault but his that he had done nothing. "I wish you had two legs, Tommy," Truxton said, when at last he got up and went to the door.
"Oh, Truxton don't ask me to say that I'll be your " She stopped, painfully embarrassed. "That will come later," he said consolingly. "I want you to promise, on your sacred word of honour, that you'll kiss no man until you've kissed me." "Oh!" she murmured, utterly speechless. "Promise!" "I I cannot promise that," she said in tones almost inaudible. "I am not sure that I'll ever ever kiss anybody.
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