"Grant--GRANT!" she cried heartbrokenly after him, and sank down
on the porch-steps with her face hidden in her arms.
Miss Georgie was standing beside the gate, looking toward the
stable. She may not have been waiting for him, but she turned
without any show of surprise when he walked up behind her.
"Well, your jumpers seem to have taken the hint," she informed
him, with a sort of surface cheerfulness. "Stanley is down there
talking to Mr. Hart now, and the others have gone on. They'll
all be well over the dead-line by sundown. There goes Stanley
now. Do you really feel that your future happiness depends on
getting through this gate? Well--if you must--" She swung it
open, but she stood in the opening.
"Grant, I--it's hard to say just what I want to say--but--you did
right. You acted the man's part. No matter what--others--may
think or say, remember that I think you did right to kill that
man. And if there's anything under heaven that I can do, to--to
help--you'll let me do it, won't you?" Her eyes held him briefly,
unabashed at what they might tell.
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