Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 Excerpt: ...In the fact that he had now taken the trouble to seek her out she found sufficient proof that, despite his recently acquired knowledge, he was still her friend indeed. When, on that far-away day in Florence, only a few weeks ago in point of time, she had felt it her duty to hold him aloof, and he had poured out his love in spite of her, he had told her that nothing could make any difference to him. The hardness melted away out of Helen's heart in the sunshine of this reflection. "I have lost my people," she said lightly. "Mr. Wynston has very kindly gone to look for them." "I saw him piloting you all round the place," Harding said gravely, "and I assure you I felt duly jealous. He seemed to be usurping my privilege.'" Helen's lips curved a little bitterly. "I am sure he would have been delighted to waive his claim," she said. "He must have found me an insufferable nuisance, but he was too civil to leave me to fend for myself. I can't think where my father and sister can have disappeared.'" "I saw them going off towards the house with Sir Gervais some time ago," Harding said; "but you are not in a hurry for their return, are you? I haven't been able to speak a word edgeways to you yet. There is something I want very specially to ask you, Miss Dawson, if you don't mind." Silence seemed to give consent. "Why," said the young fellow, leaning forward and earnestly scanning her face, "have you never written to me? You promised you would, and I waited very patiently. But at last, in case your letter had started and gone astray, I wrote to you and begged for news--but still I did not get so much as a line." Helen flushed a little, but she met his eyes quietly. "...
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