Part 35 (2/2)
”How?”
”When you suggested turning back. It was as if you had determined I was not quite a proper person to walk with.”
”Mr. Covington!” she protested.
”We may as well be frank. It seems to be a misfortune of mine lately to get things mixed up. Peter is helping me to see straight. That's why I like to talk with him.”
”He sees so straight himself.”
”That's it.”
”If only now he recovers his eyes.”
”He says there's hope.”
”It all depends upon her,” she said.
”Upon this woman?”
”Upon this one woman.”
”If she realized it--”
”She does,” broke in Beatrice. ”I made her realize it. I went to her and told her.”
”You did that?”
She raised her head in swift challenge.
”Even though Peter commanded me not to--even though I knew he would never forgive me if he learned.”
”You women are so wonderful,” breathed Monte.
”With Peter's future--with his life at stake--what else could I do?”
”And she, knowing that, refused to come to him?”
”Fate brought us to her.”
”Then,” exclaimed Monte, ”what are you doing here?”
She stopped and faced him. It was evident that he was sincere.
”You men--all men are so stupid at times!” she cried, with a little laugh.
He shook his head slowly.
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