"That's the best way to see 'em, and folks from
Frisco sometimes takes a sail out there just on purpose,--it's too sandy
to walk or drive there. But it's only a step from here. Look here!" she
said suddenly, and frankly opening her fine eyes upon him. "I'm going
to take Lucy there to-morrow, and I'll show you." Jarman felt his cheeks
flush quickly with a pleasure that embarrassed him. "It won't take
long," added Cara, mistaking his momentary hesitation, "and you can
leave your telegraph alone. Nobody will be there, so no one will see you
and nobody know it."
He would have gone then, anyway, he knew, yet in his absurd
self-consciousness he was glad that her last suggestion had relieved him
of a sense of reckless compliance. He assented eagerly, when with a wave
of her hand, a flash of her white teeth, and the same abruptness she had
shown at their last parting, she caught Lucy by the arm and darted away
in a romping race to her dwelling. Jarman started after her. He had
not wanted to go to her father's house particularly, but why was SHE
evidently as averse to it? With the subtle pleasure that this admission
gave him there was a faint stirring of suspicion.
Pages:
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93