Perhaps by study and due practice she might become--as
were some others--a beast of prey and nothing more. The feeling that had
made these few minutes so inexpressibly loathsome to her might, perhaps,
be driven from her heart. She washed the tears from her eyes with savage
energy, and descended to her lover with a veil fastened closely under her
hat. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting," she said.
"Women always do," he replied laughing. "It gives them importance."
"It is not so with me, I can assure you. I will tell you the truth. I was
agitated, and I cried."
"Oh, ay; I dare say." He rather liked the idea of having reduced the
haughty Lucinda to tears. "But you needn't have been ashamed of my seeing
it. As it is, I can see nothing. You must take that off presently."
"Not now, Griffin." Oh, what a name it was! It seemed to blister her
tongue as she used it without the usual prefix.
"I never saw you tied up in that way before. You don't do it out hunting.
I've seen you when the snow has been driving in your face, and you didn't
mind it--not so much as I did."
"You can't be surprised that I should be agitated now.
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