"There are only two or three more," Joan said to Sheldon, "and then we're
done. But you haven't told me that you are not angry."
Sheldon looked into her clear eyes as she favoured him with a direct,
untroubled gaze that threatened, he knew from experience, to turn
teasingly defiant on an instant's notice. And as he looked at her it
came to him that he had never half-anticipated the gladness her return
would bring to him.
"I was angry," he said deliberately. "I am still angry, very angry--" he
noted the glint of defiance in her eyes and thrilled--"but I forgave, and
I now forgive all over again. Though I still insist--"
"That I should have a guardian," she interrupted. "But that day will
never come. Thank goodness I'm of legal age and able to transact
business in my own right. And speaking of business, how do you like my
forceful American methods?"
"Mr. Raff, from what I hear, doesn't take kindly to them," he temporized,
"and you've certainly set the dry bones rattling for many a day. But
what I want to know is if other American women are as successful in
business ventures?"
"Luck, 'most all luck," she disclaimed modestly, though her eyes lighted
with sudden pleasure; and he knew her boy's vanity had been touched by
his trifle of tempered praise.
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