Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great ExperimentGibbs, George
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Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great Experiment
Gibbs, George
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Satire
"Doubtless the friends of Miss--er--Miss Smith will be worried about
her."
She shot a malevolent glance at me.
"Not at all. I'm accustomed to doing exactly as I please."
"But I couldn't think of letting you go through the forest alone. It's
fully half a mile beyond the wall to the highroad."
"Thanks, but I won't bother you at all. If you'll let me pass--"
But Jerry had caught her by the arm.
"Roger's right," he said quickly. "I didn't think. Of course you can't
go alone. I--"
"If you'll leave it to me, Jerry, I'll see that the lady reaches the
highroad in safety. I would suggest that you go at once to the house.
I will join you later."
"But--"
"Will you do as I ask?"
Our glances met in a level gaze. There was a moment of rebellion in
Jerry's, but it flickered out.
"I think I know best, Jerry," I said quietly.
"Yes, but I don't want her to think--"
"Please don't worry about me," said the girl. "I'm accustomed to
looking out for myself." She brushed by me quickly and before I could
restrain her, was merged into the shadows of the trees. But Jerry was
after her in a hurry while I followed.
"Please go with Roger," I heard Jerry say when I came up.
"I don't need a _keeper_!" she flared at him.
"Una!"
"Go, Jerry," I said again.
He paused but the girl went on, so I followed quickly, and wisely, it
seemed, for she wandered blindly and would have been lost in a moment.
"If you'll follow me," I ventured, "you will find the way out much
more quickly. Otherwise you will probably scratch your face."
I'm sure by the sound of her feet in the dry leaves and her hurried
breathing behind me that she would have liked to scratch _my_ face.
But she didn't. I think she realized for the first time that without
my guidance she would probably spend the rest of the night in the
woods.
"I'm sorry to have been obliged to be so unceremonious," I said at
last over my shoulder. No reply. But I wasn't in the least daunted. I
had made up my mind that she shouldn't venture in again.
"It's rather lucky you weren't seen by any of the gamekeepers. You
might have spent the night in the lockup."
Still no reply.
"You see, the trespass rules here are very strictly enforced. It's too
bad you didn't know about them. They've been in force for ten years.
This is the first time, I think, that a woman has been inside the
wall."
"I--I'm a stranger," she gasped. "I'm only visiting here."
"Of course, that explains it. I couldn't imagine your having ventured
in otherwise."
We had come to an opening where the trail was wider and I slowed my
pace so that in a moment she walked beside me. She forged ahead at
once, but I kept my place.
"Since you're interested in sociological questions, Miss--er--Smith,
perhaps--"
"You listened?" she asked scornfully.
"I did," grimly. "I listened for at least ten minutes."
"I'm sure you're quite welcome," she gasped.
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