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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Sappho of Green Springs"

He stood for
an instant glancing at the pair, and then on the fragments of the paper
that strewed the floor. Then, still holding the door in his hand, he
said quietly:--
"One moment before you go, Miss Nevil. If this is the result of any
misunderstanding as to the presence of another woman here, in company
with Mr. Somers, it is only fair to him to say that that woman is here
as a friend of MINE, not of his, and I alone am responsible."
Grace halted, and turned the cold steel of her proud eyes on the two
men. As they rested on Rushbrook they quivered slightly. "I can already
bear witness," she said coldly, "to the generosity of Mr. Rushbrook in
a matter which then touched me. But there certainly is no necessity
for him to show it now in a matter in which I have not the slightest
concern."
As she swept out of the room and was received in the respectable shadow
of the waiting James, Rushbrook turned to Somers.
"And I'M afraid it won't do--for Leyton saw you," he said curtly.


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