"I didn't know it was you,"
she murmured, her cheeks turning to flame beneath his gaze.
"No, you usually treat me with more _hauteur_. I never expected you to
make all the advances in this way."
"Oh, shameless!" exclaimed Rose, clasping both daintily gloved hands
first to her ears, then to her eyes. Then, mockingly, she responded,
"I never expected to find you so approachable."
They were very glad to meet again. They did not say so, but what
necessity existed for the verbal expression of a fact so apparent in
the face looking down and in the face that for more than a moment at a
time was unable to look up. She laid her hand within his arm, and they
faced the storm together. "What were you doing at this end of the
town?" she asked, fearing he would make the same inquiry of her.
"Following in your footsteps," he replied. "I was not sure who it was,
but your gait reminded me so much of yourself."
What light words to make a little heart beat faster! The wind would
have blown them away if she had not caught them.
"Ah, yes, no doubt a moving spectacle, but," glancing at the rough
pavement which had grown worse and worse, until in pure self pity it
came to an end, "I'm afraid that for the last half-hour I have led you
a hard life of it.
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