``Never mind--I
don't know what I'm saying.'' And she went hastily
into the house. A moment later, in her own room
upstairs, she was wondering at herself. Why had she
become confused? What did he mean? What had she
seen--or half seen--in the darkness and fog within
herself when he looked at her? In a passion she cried:
``If he would only stay away!''
VI
BUT he did not stay away. He owned and lived in
a small house up on the Rumson Road. While the
house was little more than a bungalow and had a
simplicity that completely hid its rare good taste from the
average observer, its grounds were the most spacious in
that neighborhood of costly, showy houses set in grounds
not much more extensive than a city building lot. The
grounds had been cleared and drained to drive out and
to keep out the obnoxious insect life, but had been left
a forest, concealing the house from the roads. Stanley
Baird was now stopping with Keith, and brought him
along to the cottage by the sea every day.
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