Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. ‘Oh, peste. They must be for your father. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. Before you know where you are you find yourself in a complication. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. Not a breath was drawn. ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. "I guessed as much. .
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