ET DEAM VIDIMUS
lamented as if he had been an injured kitten, and made a dart forward. "He didn't mean any harm! He does that like a child!"
Carron had her by the shoulder, and thrust her back. "Don't go near him, do you hear! Let him go!"
She looked confounded while the figure of the boy, half running, half creeping, was growing smaller among the trees.
"How could you do that! I am the only thing in the world he isn't afraid of."
"He is like a beast! I can't endure to see him near you!"
"He's not." She had an anger of her own. "He is a great deal less of one than some men with brains."
Carron shut his teeth.
"Do you mean me?"
She stared at him with face growing pale, lifted her hands a little as if to thrust away the thought. "Oh, no!" she wailed. "To you—how could I?" She turned with the air of leaving him for the end of the world, took a few precipitate steps, clasped and leaned against a tree trunk, hiding her face, shaking with nervous sobs, without a tear.
Sullenly he approached her. The storm had poured on him suddenly out of clear heavens. "If
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