The day
I saw you first you had just come in out of the rain. You went back into
it and I saw you go--and wanted to go with you. I've been wanting it
ever since."
They moved on in silence which lasted until they were within a
quarter-mile of the bonfire, whose flashing light they could see above
the banks which intervened. Then Roberta spoke:
"Mr. Kendrick"--and her voice was low and rich with its kindest
inflections--"I don't want you to think me careless or hard because I
have treated what you have said to-night in a way that you don't like.
I'm only trying to be honest with you. I'm quite sure you didn't mean to
say it to me when you came to-night, and--we all do and say things on a
night like this that we should like to take back next day. It's quite
true--what I said--that you hardly know me, and whatever it is that
takes your fancy it can't be the real Roberta Gray, because you don't
know her!"
"What you say is," he returned, staring straight ahead of him, "that I
can't possibly know what you really are, at all; but you know so well
what I am that you can tell me exactly what my own thoughts and feelings
are.
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