Stephen and Rosamond, off upon a holiday like
this, would be celebrating a little honeymoon anniversary of their own,
she knew, for they had been married in June and could never get over
congratulating themselves on their own happiness.
CHAPTER XXIII
RICHARD HAS WAKED EARLIER
Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock. Roberta wondered afterward
what she had done with the hours! At three she had her bath; at half
after she put up her hair, hardly venturing to look at her own face in
her mirror, so flushed and shy was it. Roberta shy?--she who, according
to Ted, "wasn't afraid of anything in the world!" But she _had_ been
afraid of one thing, even as Richard Kendrick had averred. Was she not
afraid of it now? She could not tell. But she knew that her hands shook
as she put up her hair, and that it tumbled down twice and had to be
done over again. Afraid! She was afraid, as every girl worth winning is,
of the sight of her lover!
Yet when she heard hoofbeats on the driveway could have kept her from
peeping out. The rear porch, from which the riding party would start,
was just below her window, the great pillars rising past her.
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