You stole it. That wasn't
fair--and when you had just been treated to sandwiches and ginger ale!"
He looked into her brilliant face and could not tell what he saw there.
He opened the camera box again and took out the instrument. He removed
the roll of films carefully from its position, sealed it, and held it
out to her. His manner was the perfection of courtesy.
"There are other pictures on the roll, I suppose?" she said doubtfully,
without accepting it.
"Certainly. I forget what they are. But it doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters. Have them developed--and give me back my own."
"If I develop them I shall be obliged to see yours--if you are on it. If
I once see it I may not have the force of character to give it back.
Your only safe course is to take it now."
Ted burst into the affair with a derisive shout. "Oh, Rob! What a silly
to care about that little bit of a picture! Let him have it. It was only
the horses he wanted anyway!"
The two pairs of eyes met. His were full of deference, yet compelling.
Hers brimmed with restrained laughter. With a gesture she waved back the
roll and walked away toward the fire.
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