The Awakening of Helena Richie by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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Well, madam, you will, I know, _protect yourself,_ by forbidding
my grandson to further inflict his company upon you? And I will remove my own company, which is doubtless tiresome to you." He bowed again with contemptuous ceremony, and turned away. The color had dropped out of Helena's face; she was trembling very much. With a confused impulse she called to him, and even ran after him for a few steps down the path. He turned and waited for her. She came up to him, her breath broken with haste and fear. "Mr. Wright, you won't--" Her face trembled with dismay. In her fright she put her hand on his arm and shook it; "you won't--?" As he looked into her stricken eyes, his own suddenly softened. "Why-- "he said, and paused; then struck the ground with his stick sharply. "There, there; I understand. You think I'll tell? Gad-a-mercy, madam, I am a gentleman. And my boy Sam doesn't interest you? Yes, yes; I see that now. Why, perhaps I've been a trifle harsh? I shall say nothing to Lavendar, or anybody else." She put her hands over her face, and he heard a broken sound. Instantly he reddened to his ears. "Come! Come! You haven't thought me harsh, have you? Why, you poor- _bird!_ It was only on my boy's account. You and I understand each other--I am a man of the world. But with Sam, it's different, now, isn't it? You see that? He's in love with you, the young fool! A great nuisance to you, of course. And I thought you might--but I ask your pardon! I see that you wouldn't think of such a thing. My dear |
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