FAREWELL TO CALIFORNIA
A fortnight afterwards, Ben Overleigh and Jesse Holles saw Hilda
Strafford off at the station. She looked very pale, and glanced at Ben
uneasily from time to time. There was neither scorn nor anger in his
manner now, but just the old gentle chivalry, which was the outcome
of his best self. His face, too, had lost its expression of restless
anxiety, and there was a dignity about his whole bearing, which might
well have been the outward and visible sign of the quiet dignity of his
mind, won after a fierce struggle.
“You shall have news of the ranch,” he said. “When the lemons come into
bearing, you shall know.”
She smiled her thanks, and turning to Jesse, she asked whether she
could do anything for him in England.
“Yes,” he said sadly, “kiss the dear ground for me.” And he added more
cheerfully: “And send me an illustrated paper sometimes.”
“And for you?” she asked of Ben, hesitatingly.
“Kiss the dear ground for me, too,” he answered.
And this time he held out his hand to her, and she grasped it.
Then the train moved off.
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