"I'm rather glad the doctor is away," said Owen
slowly. "I wanted to see you alone, Mrs. Blythe.
There is something I must tell somebody, or I think it
will drive me mad. I've been trying for a week to look
it in the face--and I can't. I know I can trust
you--and, besides, you will understand. A woman with
eyes like yours always understands. You are one of the
folks people instinctively tell things to. Mrs.
Blythe, I love Leslie. LOVE her! That seems too weak
a word!"
His voice suddenly broke with the suppressed passion of
his utterance. He turned his head away and hid his
face on his arm. His whole form shook. Anne sat
looking at him, pale and aghast. She had never
thought of this! And yet--how was it she had never
thought of it? It now seemed a natural and inevitable
thing. She wondered at her own blindness.
But--but--things like this did not happen in Four
Winds. Elsewhere in the world human passions might set
at defiance human conventions and laws--but not HERE,
surely. Leslie had kept summer boarders off and on for
ten years, and nothing like this had happened.
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