You can lie on
your side here among the pine needles and watch the sky."
They went around a clump of trees to a spot where the pine needles were
thick, just out of sight of the cabin door. No doubt but Rosamond and
Stephen liked to have things to themselves; there was no pretence about
that. It was almost the anniversary of their marriage--their most happy
marriage.
Roberta stood still upon the porch, looking, or appearing to look, off
at the sunset. Once again she would have liked to run away. But--where
to go? Rosamond and Stephen did not want her; it would have been absurd
to insist on following them. If she herself should stroll away among the
pine trees, she would, of course, be instantly pursued. The porch was
undoubtedly the most open and therefore the safest spot she could be in.
So she leaned against the pillar and waited, her heart behaving
disturbingly meanwhile. She could hear Richard, within the cabin
hurriedly clearing the table and stuffing everything away into the
cupboards on either side of the fireplace--he was making short work of
it. Before she could have much time to think, his step was upon the
porch behind her; he was standing by her shoulder.
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