"Mebbe you'll be interested in knowin' what I think right now," he
said. "It's this: you've got a bad case of swelled head. You're one
of them kind of female critters which want to run things their own way.
You're--"
Her laugh interrupted him. "We won't argue that again, if you please.
If you remember, you had something to say on that subject last night,
and I want you to know that I haven't the slightest desire to hear your
opinion of me. Won't you sit down?" She invited again, motioning to a
chair beside the table, opposite hers. "If you absolutely refuse to
eat, I presume there is no help for it, though even if you had dinner
in Lazette you must be hungry now, for a ride of twenty miles is a
strict guarantee of appetite. Please sit down. There is something I
want to give you, something your father left for you. He told me to
have you read it as soon as you came."
She stood motionless until Calumet left the door and seated himself in
the chair beside the table, and then she went out of the room; he could
hear her steps on the stairs. She returned quickly and laid a bulky
envelope on the table beside him.
"Here it is," she said.
As Calumet took up the envelope and tore it open she dropped into the
other chair, took up her book, opened it, and settled herself to read.
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