"Some things are not easy to tell, even though one may
not care if the facts are known."
"But I have not got down to facts yet, Miss Dexie, and I should like to
know the truth. 'For favors received, be truly grateful.' I think it is
only fair to let me know how matters stand with you and this lover over the
sea."
He waited a moment for her answer, then added, in an eager tone:
"Your sister told me several times about your engagement to this young
gentleman that writes to you from England. If it is so, why deny it?"
"There is a promise between us to wait a year," came the low-spoken reply.
"Then, if we are both of the same mind as when we saw each other last, I
expect I shall spend the rest of my days in Halifax; but a year is a long
time, and much may happen before then."
What strange power was there in his looks or words that drew this admission
from her? She regretted the words the moment after she uttered them, but
she did not know that she had removed the barrier that kept Guy from trying
to win her himself.
"Do you think he may learn to care for someone else, or that you--"
"I have never met anyone yet that I like better," and she lifted her eyes
to his as she said this, but she dropped them at once, and a strange,
uneasy feeling possessed her that she could not understand.
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