"Do--do you mistake me for an enlisted man?"
"Oh, I did n't know; you said you were a soldier, and that's what I
always heard they got. I am so glad if they give you more. I was only
going to say that I believed I could get you a good place in McCarthy's
store if you wanted it. He pays sixty-five dollars, and his clerk has
just left."
Brant stared at her with open mooch, totally unable for the moment to
decide whether or not that innocent, sympathetic face masked mischief.
Before he succeeded in regaining confidence and speech, she had risen
to her feet, holding back her skirt with one hand.
"Really, I must go," she announced calmly, drawing back toward the
slight opening between the rushes. "No doubt YOU have done fully as
well as you could considering your position in life; but this has
proved another disappointment. You have fallen, far, very far, below
my ideal. Good-bye."
He sprang instantly erect, his cheeks flushed. "Please don't go
without a farther word. We seem predestined to misunderstand. I am
even willing to confess myself a fool in the hope of some time being
able to convince you otherwise.
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