The protectress appeared--possibly from
her defensive attitude--the superior of her companion.
Audacious as Jack was to his own sex, he had early learned that
such rare but discomposing graces as he possessed required a certain
apologetic attitude when presented to women, and that it was only a
plain man who could be always complacently self-confident in their
presence. There was, consequently, a hesitating lowering of this
hypocrite's brown eyelashes as he said, in almost pained accents,--
"Excuse me, but I fear I've taken the wrong road. I'm going to Green
Springs."
"I reckon you've taken the wrong road, wherever you're going," returned
the young lady, having apparently made up her mind to resent each of
Jack's perfections as a separate impertinence: "this is a PRIVATE road."
She drew herself fairly up here, although gurgled at in the ear and
pinched in the arm by her companion.
"I beg your pardon," said Jack, meekly. "I see I'm trespassing on your
grounds. I'm very sorry.
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