"What things?"

"Well, be a lady, for example. That's not exactly cricket, is it, to
draw a deadly parallel? But I don't want people like that dancing on
my moor."




CHAPTER XIV

THE DANCER ON THE MOOR

I

Randy's letter had set Becky adrift. She was not in love with him.
She was sure of that. And he had said he would not marry her without
love. He had said that if she owned her soul she would think of Dalton
as a cad and as a coward.

It seemed queer that Randy should be demanding things of her. He had
always been so glad to take anything she would give, and now she had
offered him herself, and he wouldn't have her. Not till she owned her
soul.

She knew what he meant. The thought of George was always with her.
She kept seeing him as she had first seen him at the station; as he had
been that wonderful day when they had had tea in the Pavilion; the
night in the music room when he had hissed her; the old garden with its