"
"My dear Mr. Kendrick, you can stand it in any case. You're going to put
all this out of mind and work at building up this business here in
Eastman with Mr. Benson. You will find it a much more interesting game
than the old one of--"
"Of what? Running after every pretty girl? For of course that's what you
think I've done."
She did not answer that. He said something under his breath, and his
hands tightened on hers savagely. They were rounding the last bend but
one in the river, and the bonfire was close at hand.
"Can't you understand," he ground out, "that every other thought and
feeling and experience I've ever had melts away before this? You can put
me under ban for a year if you like; but if at the end of that time
you're not married to another man you'll find me at your elbow. I told
you I'd make you respect me; I'll do more, I'll make you listen to me.
And--if I promise not to come where you have to look at me till
Midsummer, till the twenty-fourth of June--heaven knows why you pick out
that day--I'll not promise not to make you think of me!"
"Oh, but that's part of what I mean. You mustn't send me letters and
books and flowers--"
"Oh--thunder!"
"Because those things will help to keep this idea before your mind.
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