The Tracer of Lost Persons by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"She _is_ the right one. . . . Don't turn: I have seen her. Ride on: I want to say something--if I can." "No, no," she insisted. "I must know whether I was right--" "You _are_ right--but you don't know it yet. . . . Oh, very well, then; we'll turn if you insist." And he wheeled his mount as she did, riding at her bridle again. "How can you take it so coolly--so indifferently?" she said. "Where has that woman--where has she gone? . . . Never mind; she must turn and pass us sooner or later, for she lives uptown. _What_ are you laughing at, Mr. Gatewood?"--in annoyed surprise. "I am laughing at myself. Oh, I'm so many kinds of a fool--you can't think how many, and it's no use!" She stared, astonished; he shook his head. "No, you don't understand yet. But you will. Listen to me: this very beautiful lady you have discovered is nothing to me!" "Nothing--to you!" she faltered. Two pink spots of indignation burned in her cheeks. "How--how dare you say that!--after all that has been done--all that you have said. You said you loved her; you _did_ say so--to _me_!" "I don't love her now." |
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