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Man on the Box by Harold MacGrath
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are to be found only in the South. They started up the road at a
brisk trot, and later broke into a canter which lasted fully a mile.
How beautiful she was, when at length they slowed down into a walk!
Her cheeks were flaming, her eyes dancing and full of luster, her
hair was tumbled about and tendrils fluttered down her cheeks. She
was Diana: only he hoped that she was not inclined to celibacy.

What a mistake he had made! He could never get over this gulf which
he himself had thrust between them. This was no guise in which to
meet a woman of her high breeding. Under his breath he cursed the
impulse that had urged him to decline to attend the ball at the
British embassy. There he would have met her as his own true self, a
soldier, a polished gentleman of the world, of learning and breeding.
Nancy would have brought them together, calls would have been
exchanged, and he would have defied Karloff. Then he chid himself for
the feeling he had against the Russian. Karloff had a right to love
this girl, a right which far eclipsed his own. Karloff was Karloff; a
handsome fellow, wealthy, agreeable; while James was not James,
neither was he wealthy nor at present agreeable. A man can not sigh
very well on horseback, and the long breath which left Warburton's
lips made a jerking, hissing sound.

"Have you ever ridden with women before. James?"

"Several times with my major's daughter,"--thoughtlessly.

"Your major's daughter? Who was your regimental colonel?"

James bit his lips, and under his breath disregarded William's
warning about "cussing."
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