"It's
foolish. Now I'll have to run them down."
"Oh, you can't catch them."
"Well, I'll have a try at it, anyhow." He tossed away his handful
of leaves.
"Silly! I did it because I wanted to talk with you."
"Well, those horses wouldn't overhear."
"Don't be angry, Kirk. I haven't seen you alone since that night."
"Taboga?" he said, guiltily. "You're not going to lecture me
again? I'm sorry enough as it is." Never in all his life had he
felt more uncomfortable. He could not bring himself to meet her
gaze, feeling that his own face must be on fire.
"What a queer chap you are! Am I so unattractive that you really
want to rush off after those horses?" He said nothing, and she
went on after a moment of hesitation: "I have known men who would
have thought it a privilege to be left alone with me like this."
"I--have no doubt."
"You remember, for instance, I told you there was one man at
Taboga whom I did not wish to see?"
"Yes--at the sanitarium."
"Well, something like this happened once--with him--and I told
Stephen."
"And did you tell Mr. Cortlandt what I did?"
"Do you think I would have come riding with you if I had?" She
shook her head. "Kirk, I used to think you were an unusually
forward young man, but you're not very worldly, are you?"
"N-no--yes! I guess I'm as wise as most fellows.
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