Holly: The Romance of a Southern GirlBarbour, Ralph Henry
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Holly: The Romance of a Southern Girl
Barbour, Ralph Henry
Courtship -- Fiction; Love stories; Southern States -- Fiction
“Why did you say that?” she cried. “You’ve made me feel sad!”
With a gesture of contrition Winthrop reached across and laid his hand
for an instant on hers.
“My dear, I am sorry; forget it if it troubles you; I have been talking
nonsense, sheer nonsense.”
But she shook her head, examining his face gravely.
“No, I don’t reckon you have; but――I don’t understand quite what you
mean. Only――――” She paused, and presently asked:
“Didn’t you live when you ruled? Are you regretting?”
Winthrop shrugged his shoulders.
“That,” he answered, smilingly, “is the sorry part of it; one always
regrets. Come, let’s go in to dinner. I heard the bell, didn’t I?”
IX.
Winthrop thought that he could like Julian Wayne if that youth would
let him. But it was evident from the moment of their first meeting
that Julian wasn’t going to allow anything of the sort. He arrived
at Waynewood Saturday night, and Winthrop, who had spent the evening
with the Major at ’Squire Parish’s house, did not meet him until
Sunday morning. He was tall, dark haired and sallow complexioned,
and as handsome as any youth Winthrop had ever seen. His features
were regular, with a fine, straight nose, wide eyes, a strong chin
and a good, somewhat tense, mouth that matched with the general air
of imperiousness he wore. Winthrop soon discovered that Julian Wayne
retained undiminished the old Southern doctrine of caste and that he
looked upon the new member of the Waynewood household with a polite
but very frank contempt. He was ardent, impetuous, and arrogant, but
they were traits of youth rather than of character, and Winthrop,
for his part, readily forgave them. That he was head-over-heels in
love with Holly was evident from the first, and Winthrop could have
liked him the more for that. But Julian’s bearing was discouraging
to any notions of friendship which Winthrop might have entertained.
For Winthrop breakfast――which Miss India attended, as was her usual
custom on Sundays――was an uncomfortable meal. He felt very much like an
intruder, in spite of the fact that both Miss India and Holly strove to
include him in the conversation, and he was relieved when it was over.
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