"Grant"--Miss Georgie put a defiant emphasis upon it--"is doing
all he can to get to the bottom of that jumping business.
There's something crooked about it, and he knows it, and is
trying to--"
"I know all that." Evadna interrupted without apology.
"Well, of course, if you DO--then I needn't tell you how silly it
is for you to complain of being neglected, when you know his time
is all taken up with trying to ferret out a way to block their
little game. He feels in a certain sense responsible--"
"Yes, I know. He thinks he should have been watching somebody or
something instead of--of being with me. He took the trouble to
make that clear to me, at least!" Evadna's eyes were very blue
and very bright, but there was no look of an angel in her face.
Miss Georgie pressed her lips together tightly for a minute.
When she spoke, she was cheerfully impersonal as to tone and
manner.
"Chicken, you're a little goose. The man is simply crazy about
you, and harassed to death with this ranch business.
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