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she did what she had in her mind to do, what was it except the confirmation of a pledge and the carrying out of a promise?
But when she looked appealingly up at Latisan he was steadfastly staring past her. Her impulses were already galloping, but the instant prick of pique was the final urge which made the impulses fairly run away.
She reached out and took Ward's hand and pressed it between her palms.
"If it's because I'm Lida Kennard instead of the table girl at Brophy's tavern, you're foolish," she whispered, standing on tiptoe. "I gave you my promise. But perhaps you think it isn't binding because there was no seal, such as I put on that lawyer's paper down at the dam. Well--then--here's the seal."
She flung her arms about his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Now let the winged word take flight through the region!" she told herself. No man could misunderstand the declaration of that kiss!
When Latisan came to his senses sufficiently to move his muscles, she avoided his groping arms and ran to the wagon. For a moment the big bays crouched, expecting the whistling sweep of the whip, bending their necks to watch the passenger climbing to her seat.
"Wait!" begged Latisan. He stumbled toward the wagon, staring at her, tripped by the earth ridges to which he paid no heed.
"Yes!" she promised. And then in tones that were low and thrilling and significant with honest pledge she said, "I'll wait for you--at home--at home!"
Jeff obeyed her quick command and swung the whistling whip, and Latisan stood gazing after her.
The men respected his stunned absorption in his thoughts. They went scattering to their work. Felix walked with Vittum.
"Ba gor!" The French Canadian vented the ejaculation after taking a deep breath. "When she say it to him--as she say it--it make goose flesh wiggle all over maself!"
"As I have said!" Vittum was trudging along, his eyes on a big plug of tobacco from which he was paring a slice. "As I have said!" He slid the slice into his mouth from the blade of the knife. "She knows her business!"
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But when she looked appealingly up at Latisan he was steadfastly staring past her. Her impulses were already galloping, but the instant prick of pique was the final urge which made the impulses fairly run away.
She reached out and took Ward's hand and pressed it between her palms.
"If it's because I'm Lida Kennard instead of the table girl at Brophy's tavern, you're foolish," she whispered, standing on tiptoe. "I gave you my promise. But perhaps you think it isn't binding because there was no seal, such as I put on that lawyer's paper down at the dam. Well--then--here's the seal."
She flung her arms about his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Now let the winged word take flight through the region!" she told herself. No man could misunderstand the declaration of that kiss!
When Latisan came to his senses sufficiently to move his muscles, she avoided his groping arms and ran to the wagon. For a moment the big bays crouched, expecting the whistling sweep of the whip, bending their necks to watch the passenger climbing to her seat.
"Wait!" begged Latisan. He stumbled toward the wagon, staring at her, tripped by the earth ridges to which he paid no heed.
"Yes!" she promised. And then in tones that were low and thrilling and significant with honest pledge she said, "I'll wait for you--at home--at home!"
Jeff obeyed her quick command and swung the whistling whip, and Latisan stood gazing after her.
The men respected his stunned absorption in his thoughts. They went scattering to their work. Felix walked with Vittum.
"Ba gor!" The French Canadian vented the ejaculation after taking a deep breath. "When she say it to him--as she say it--it make goose flesh wiggle all over maself!"
"As I have said!" Vittum was trudging along, his eyes on a big plug of tobacco from which he was paring a slice. "As I have said!" He slid the slice into his mouth from the blade of the knife. "She knows her business!"
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