“It is all association,” I thought, as I hung back. “She is not so
heartless as she seems. The dog was in the room when it happened, and
by the shaft when we heaved Her over. He reminds her.… She has some
feeling.…”
My distrust turned all at once to tenderness, and I sat down on the
settle and took her in my arms. She was very soft and yielding, and
she sat meekly on my knee and kissed me passionately again and again.
Then I kissed her back just the same. The tall clock ticked as it did
on The Night… only louder.…
There did not seem to be a soul about. I asked Sally if she had no
servant to help her.
“I’ve a woman--old Betty--do you remember her?--comes to help me all
the week through, but she stays away on Sundays. The farm hands sleep
nearly a quarter of a mile away. You’ll stop to-night, George?”
I said I would. In my heart I wondered if her room was still the same,
and if I could stand it!
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