The Bread-winners - A Social Study by John Hay
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"Yes," he said, with his gentle drawl. "Less set here, and look at it."
He took his seat on one of the iron benches painted green, and decorated with castings of grapes and vine leaves. She sat down beside him and gazed out over the placid water, on which the crimson clouds cast a mellow glory. The sky seemed like another sea, stretching off into infinite distance, and strewn with continents of fiery splendor. Maud looked straight forward to the clear horizon line, marking the flight of ships whose white sails were dark against the warm brightness of the illumined water. But no woman ever looked so straight before her as not to observe the man beside her, and she knew, without moving her eyes from the spectacle of the sunset, that Sam was gazing fixedly at her, with pain and trouble in his face. At last, he said, in a timid, choking voice, "Mattie!" She did not turn her face, but answered: "If it ain't too much trouble, I'd like to have you call me Miss when we're alone. You'll be forgetting yourself, and calling me Mattie before other people, before you know it." "Hold on," he burst out. "Don't talk to me that way to-night--I can't stand it." She glanced at him in surprise. His face was pale and disordered; he was twisting his fingers as if he would break them. "Your temper seems to be on the move, Mr. Sleeny. We'd better go home," |
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