The Brass Bowl by Louis Joseph Vance
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on with measured stride. Then, abruptly, full-winged inspiration
was born out of the chaos of his mind. Listening intently, he glanced with covert suspicion at the bridge: it proved untenanted, inoffensive of mien; nor arose there any sound of hoof or wheel upon the highway. Again he looked up at the girl; and found her in thoughtful mood, frowning, regarding him steadily beneath level brows. He assumed a disarming levity of demeanor, smiling winningly. "There's only one way," he suggested--not too archly--and extended his arms. "Indeed?" She considered him with pardonable dubiety. Instantly his purpose became as adamant. "I must carry you. It's the only way." "Oh, indeed no! I--couldn't impose upon you. I'm--very heavy, you know--" "Never mind," firmly insistent. "You can't stay here all night, of course." "But are you sure?" (She was yielding!) "I don't like to--" He shook his head, careful to restrain the twitching corners of his lips. "It will take but a moment," he urged gravely. "And I'll be quite |
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