Red Pepper Burns by Grace S. (Grace Smith) Richmond
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page 78 of 188 (41%)
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"Nothing ever tasted so good to me," said he, leaning on his elbow and spreading a crisp biscuit with a layer of cheese. "I always think that of each meal I eat in a place like this, but this one seems to have a special flavour. I wonder if it can be the company?" He smiled across at her, the sunshine among the pine needles of the tree above him throwing flecks of bright copper among the thick locks of his hair. "I think the company is usually an important part of all such outings," she admitted frankly. "I never took one before in the society of a wornout doctor who began to look like a boy again before he had finished his coffee. I really shouldn't know you were the same person who invited me to go on this expedition." "There's nothing like it for renewing one, body and mind. Actual physical repose isn't often the best cure for weariness: it's change of thought and occupation, particularly if the open air is a part of the cure. I've forgotten I have a care in the world: all I can think of is - may I say it? - yourself! I can't get over the wonder of seeing you turn from what Bob calls his `pretty lady' into the girl I see before me - a girl who looks about nineteen, with a capacity for good sport in the open air I never dreamed of." "The open air would renew everybody's youth, I think, if everybody would go to living out-of-doors. We're through, |
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