SON OF THE WIND
"But you must!"
"Oh-h -h!" she moaned, turning her head restlessly from side to side as if to avoid some unendurable sight.
"It is a bad business," Carron said quickly. "But it is not what you were thinking. It doesn't mean that things between us are any different. They're not! I feel about you exactly as I did in the first place."
Her eyes, unreassured, unwilling, were fixed upon him as though she doubted what that feeling could have been which he had had in the first place, which he had now.
"I know what they have been telling you," he insisted. "They've been telling you that I have been here only—well—for the sake of getting at the horse. It's utter nonsense! When I came to this place and found you I forgot about the horse. While we were here together I never even thought of it. When I asked you to marry me I didn't care whether I ever heard of him again or not! I wanted only you."
"But then, you took him!"
The cry was there, the prick, the point of all her bewilderment. "Yes, but I saw him! It makes a difference. I couldn't help it then. No man could. Why, he's the best thing I shall ever see! Nothing,
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