Instead there was that in
his every word and look which indicated a fine humility--almost a boyish
sort of shyness, as if even while he knew the treasure to be within his
grasp he could neither quite believe it nor feel himself fit to take it.
From a young man of the world such as he had been it was the most
exquisite tribute to her power to rouse the best in him that he could
have given and she felt it to the inmost soul of her.
"Here are the forks," said Richard suddenly, and Roberta recognized with
a start that they were nearly at the end of their journey.
"Which way?" Stephen was shouting back, and Richard was waving toward
the road at the left, which led up the steep hill.
"Here is where you dropped the bunch of rose haws," said he, with a
quick glance as they began the ascent. "I have them yet--brown and dry.
Did you know you dropped them?"
"I remember. But I didn't suppose anybody--"
"Found them? By the greatest luck--and stopped my car in a hurry. They
were bright on my desk for a month after that; I cared more for them
than for anything I owned. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my
man from throwing them away, though.
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