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"Oh, if it's as serious as that, you alarm me. I'm afraid to come."
"I'm afraid to have you. But please come."
He heard her laugh to herself; then her clear, amused voice: "What are
you going to say to me if I come out?"
"Something dreadful! Hurry!"
"Oh, if that's the case I'll hurry," she returned, and a moment later
the door opened and she emerged in a breezy flutter of silvery ribbons
and loosened ruddy hair.
She was dressed in some sort of delicate misty stuff that alternately
clung and floated, outlining or clouding her glorious young figure as
she moved with leisurely free-limbed grace across the hall to meet him.
The pretty greeting she always reserved for him, even if their
separation had been for a few minutes only, she now offered, hand
extended; a cool, fragrant hand which lay for a second in his, closed,
and withdrew, leaving her eyes very friendly.
"Come out on the west veranda," she said; "I know what you wish to say
to me. Besides, I have something to confide to you, too.
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