Their Mariposa Legend; a romance of Santa Catalina by Charlotte Bronte Herr
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wouldn't go till I came!"
The color that had flooded her face at the sound of his voice faded again. She was quite white as she asked quietly: "How could you know I would stay?" He laughed easily, settling himself confidently on the moss at her side. "Because I hadn't paid you yet," he answered gaily. "Don't you think that was clever of me, Wildenai?" "I would rather you did not call me that," she told him coldly, "It sounds irreverent." And she dropped her eyes, which had filled again miserably, to the film of white in her lap. Then, with a pitiful attempt to hurt him in return: "Of course you realize that I really don't know much about you. I don't want you to think that I distrusted you exactly - " she marvelled at herself that she could say such things to him, but went recklessly on. "The check wasn't there, - and so, well, it seemed wisest to wait. They said you were coming back, and I couldn't afford to lose it; so I stayed. Just a matter of business, you see!" She finished in a tone which, except for a suspicious tremble, was satisfactorily disagreeable. But Blair's armor, since his return, seemed proof against such thrusts as she could give. "Won't play Indian at all, then?" he retorted teasingly. "But of course not! How could you when you happen to come from the other side of the house? However," he continued whimsically, "there are such things as |
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