Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Love stories; Young men -- Fiction
"And if I did," cried I, angered at last, "hadn't I reason enough,
remembering your--your propensities--"
"What d'ye mean? What's propensities?"
"Well, your predilections--"
"Ah, talk plain!"
"Well, then, remembering those three guineas and the duck you filched,
I naturally supposed--"
Uttering a sobbing cry she leapt, striking at me wildly, but ducking
in under the blow, I caught her in my arms. For a moment she struggled
fiercely, then her writhing body grew soft and yielding in my clasp,
and she burst into a passion of tears.
Now as she drooped thus in my embrace, her slender form shaken by
sobs, I leant nearer and, moved by a sudden impulse, kissed her hair,
her eyes, her parted lips, lips that quivered under mine for a
breathless moment; then, loosing her, I stepped back to see her
staring at me through her tears with a look of speechless amaze.
Suddenly her glance fell and she covered her burning cheeks; and,
glancing up from earth to sky, I felt a vague wonder to see them all
unchanged.
"O Diana," said I, a little breathlessly. "O Diana, don't cry! And
forgive me for misjudging you, I--I was ashamed, but I would have gone
to prison for you gladly just the same. I'm--humbly sorry; you see, it
was--that duck and the man's three guineas. Only don't--don't sob so
bitterly, Diana, or I shall have to--kiss you again."
At this, she walked on once more, though she kept her gaze averted.
Far before us strode Jessamy who, reaching a five-barred gate, took a
run and cleared it with a graceful ease that filled me with envious
admiration. Reaching this same gate in due course, I clambered over
and, from the other side, proffered Diana my assistance, but she
merely scowled and setting hand to the top bar, over she came with a
vision of shapely limbs and flutter of petticoats.
"You have very pretty ankles!" said I impulsively.
"Don't be foolish!" she retorted, with a petulant fling of her
shoulder; and after a moment, "what are my ankles to you?" she
demanded sullenly.
"A great deal, seeing they will belong to me some day."
"Never--oh, never!" she cried, between clenched teeth. "I'm done wi'
you, young man."
"Folly!" I retorted. "Don't be silly, young woman."
"I'll--I'll run away--"
"Very well," said I, nodding, "then I'll find you again if it costs me
every penny of my heritage!" At this she turned with clenched fists,
but seeing me stand prepared, walked on again.
"I hate you!" she exclaimed vehemently.
"No matter!" said I.
"You're a--a coward!"
"I know it!" I sighed.
"A fool wi' no manliness in you!"
"Agreed!" quoth I. "You shall teach me better--"
"I'm done wi' you--finished, d'ye hear?"
"Also, I begin to suspect that you are really a little annoyed with
me, Diana; pray, why?"
"Ah! You know why!"
"Then be generous and try to forgive me!"
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