go
together.”
And with
these
words he
gave her
no
laughing
glance. It
was a look
that
mingled
with the
words; so
that now
and again
in the
train,
both came
back to
her, and
she sat
pensive,
drawing
near to
Bennington
and
hearing
his voice
and seeing
his eyes.
How is it
that this
girl could
cry at
having to
tell Sam
Bannett
she could
not think
of him,
and then
treat
another
lover as
she
treated
the
Virginian?
I cannot
