Beth Norvell: A Romance of the WestParrish, Randall
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Beth Norvell: A Romance of the West
Parrish, Randall
Western stories; Women pioneers -- Fiction
"Your information certainly startled me greatly," she exclaimed slowly.
"It was so unexpected, and so much has happened of late to affect my
nerves."
They walked on in silence, and as he ventured to glance aside at her,
uncertain regarding his future course, her eyes were lowered and hidden
behind the drooping lashes.
"And is that all?" he asked.
"All? Why, what more is there?"
He compressed his lips, striving not to exhibit openly his impatience.
"Nothing, of course," he acquiesced quietly, "if the lady prefers
keeping silent. Only, as matters now stand, the result may prove an
unpleasant misunderstanding."
They were now at the bottom of the few steps leading up toward the
hotel entrance, and Miss Norvell, removing her hand from the support of
his arm, stood before him outwardly calm.
"Beyond doubt, you refer to my apparent surprise at first hearing Mr.
Farnham's name mentioned?"
He bowed quietly, again fascinated and disarmed by the revelation in
those dark eyes.
"The explanation is quite simple," and the voice exhibited a touch of
coolness easily perceptible. "I chanced to be somewhat acquainted with
this man in the East before--well, before he became a gambler. Of
course, I do not know him now, have not the slightest desire to do so,
but the sudden information that he was actually here, and--and all the
rest--came to me with a shock. Is that sufficient?"
The young man was unsatisfied, and, without doubt, his face quite
clearly exhibited his true feeling. Yet there was that about her
constrained manner which held him to respectful silence, so that for a
moment the hesitation between them grew almost painful. Miss Norvell,
realizing this new danger, struggled weakly against sudden temptation
to throw herself unreservedly upon the mercy of this new friend,
confide wholly in him, accept his proffered aid, and flee from possible
coming trouble. But pride proved even stronger than fear, and her lips
closed in firm resolution.
"Mr. Winston," she said, and now her eyes were uplifted unfaltering to
his own. "I find myself obliged to speak with a frankness I have hoped
to avoid. It was never my desire that you should call for me at the
theatre to-night."
"Indeed?" His surprised tone clearly exhibited the sudden hurt of the
wound.
"Yes; yet, pray do not misunderstand me. I find it exceedingly
difficult to say this, and I confess I have even prayed that you would
be led to go away voluntarily, and without its being necessary for me
to appear discourteous. I appreciate your kindness, your gentlemanly
conduct. I--I greatly value your friendship, prize it more highly,
possibly, than you will ever be able to realize; yet, believe me, there
are reasons why I cannot permit you to--to be with me any longer in
this way. It is for your sake, as well as my own, that I am driven to
speak thus frankly, and I am certain you will not add to my pain, my
embarrassment, by asking more definite explanation."
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