PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
don't talk so! Why can't you let me be? What have I done to you"
"You don't want me to let you be, Peggy!" He captured the hand that held the bag. "You're not honest with me! Look at me, Peggy-in-the-Rain, and tell me I'm wrong, tell me you don't care!"
"You are—I don't—oh, please"
"You don't look at me, though! Look at me and tell me you don't care, Peggy dear! Do that and I'll—I'll go!"
Very slowly her eyes went up to his, faltered, fled and came back. Very dark they were in the pallor of her face. Her lips parted and Gordon bent to hear.
"I … don't …" she whispered faintly, their eyes holding. He waited. Finally,
"What?" he asked softly.
"Care …"
"For"
"You!" She said it bravely at last and tore her eyes away. She was trembling. Gordon smiled happily.
"Then—I'm to go?" he asked.
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