The Happy WarriorHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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The Happy Warrior
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
Fiction
"That's right," he smiled. "I'll keep that to remember you by. What
did you think I was going to say? You seemed as though you expected
something--then as if you were disappointed. What was it?"
She was very careful in settling the flower. Then she dropped her
hands and looked up at him. "I asked nothing," she said. "How should
I be disappointed?"
"Asked! No! I saw it in your eyes."
She answered swiftly, almost as one speaking in menace of offending
words: "What in mine eyes?"
"Why, what I tell you. As though you expected something and were
disappointed."
"No more?" she inquired, and repeated it--"No more?"
"No more--no. But I want to know why--or what?"
She gave a gentle laugh and relaxed her attitude that had been
strained, in keeping with her voice. She seemed to have feared he had
derived some secret that she had; and she seemed glad and yet a little
sad her eyes had not betrayed her. She gave a gentle laugh and threw
her hands apart as if to show how small a thing was here.
"Why, little master, there is nothing in that," she said. "The eyes
light for that the heart runneth to peep through them as a child to the
window."
He laughed at the pleasant fancy: "Well, what did your heart run to
see?"
"Nay, I have not done," she told him. "Look also how one may see a
child run happily past the window--from the van I have seen it: so
sometimes the heart but passeth across the eyes with a glad face,
singing from one happy thought to where another waits. I think my
heart passed so and thou didst catch the gleam."
He heard her take in a quick breath as her words ended. Then, "Suffer
me to go now," she said. "Keep my pretty flowers;" and turned and went
swiftly from him down the slope; and was dim where the moonlight faded;
and was gone in the further darkness.
CHAPTER VII
ALONE ON PLOWMAN'S RIDGE
I
She was as quickly gone from Percival's mind as from his sight. Now
that he was free and alone--as he had wished to be alone--he faced
about with an abrupt movement and began to set homewards at a swift
pace along the Ridge; simultaneously his mind returned to his own
business.
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