I
want you to forget me, Mr. Kendrick--do you realize that?--forget me
absolutely all the rest of the winter and spring. By that time--"
"I'll wonder who you are when we do meet, I suppose?"
"Exactly. You--"
"All right. I agree to the terms. No letters, no books, no--ye gods! if
I could only send the flowers now! Who would expect to win a girl
without orchids? You do, you certainly do, rate me with the
light-minded, don't you? Music also is proscribed, of course; that's the
one other offering allowed at the shrine of the fair one. All right--all
right--I'll vanish, like a fairy prince in a child's story. But before I
go I--"
With a dig of his steel-shod heel he brought himself and Roberta to a
standstill. He bent over her till his face was rather close to hers. She
looked back at him without fear, though she both saw and felt the
tenseness with which he was making his farewell speech.
"Before I go, I say, I'm going to tell you that if you were any other
girl on the old footstool I'd have one kiss from you before I let go of
you if I knew it meant I'd never have another. I could take it--"
She did not shrink from him by a hair's breadth, but he felt her
suddenly tremble as if with the cold.
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