"
"No, it's a bad idea--" and then Peter perceived that a queer quality
was creeping into the tete-a-tete.
She returned his look unsteadily, but with a curious persistence.
[Illustration: "You-you mean you want m-me--to go with you, Cissie?" he
stammered]
"I--I d-don't want to travel a-alone, Peter," she gasped.
Her look, her voice suddenly brought home to the an the amazing
connotation of her words. He stared at her, felt his face grow warm with
a sharp, peculiar embarrassment. He hardly knew what to say or do before
her intent and piteous eyes.
"You--you mean you want m-me--to go with you, Cissie?" he stammered.
The girl suddenly began trembling, now that her last reserve of
indirection had been torn away.
"Listen, Peter," she began breathlessly. "I'm not the sort of woman you
think. If I hadn't accused myself, we'd be married now. I--I wanted you
more than anything in the world, Peter, but I did tell you. Surely,
surely, Peter, that shows I am a good woman--th-the real I. Dear, dear
Peter, there is a difference between a woman and her acts.
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