[Gutenberg 40316] • At the Age of Eve

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...for myself, too!" He was still holding my hands in his strong clasp, and they felt so wonderfully at home there that I never thought to move them--if I had never known that other man I should have loved him so! "Ann, is it Chalmers?" The question was frankly put, and as frankly answered. "Yes.--But there is nothing yet--nothing has been said--still, I know--" "Ah, I was afraid of that! That was what overpowered my determination not to speak of my love until I came back from Europe! I noticed something that first time I met him--then the Gordons told me of his attentions to you." "Yes," I said. "But he has never told me that he cares." "He will. And I congratulate him." Alfred arose, as he spoke, and I laid my hand on his arm. "This is not going to make any difference between us?" I asked appealingly. I felt that I could not lose my friend. "Not in my feeling for you," he answered, looking down at me with a look that I hated to see in his brown eyes--they usually met the world with such a level, untroubled glance. "If you should ever change, or ever need me--you know that I will be there. But, dear, it will be painful to go on meeting you. I'm going away in a few weeks, perhaps, but until then--" "I know. I'll stay out of your way," I promised humbly. He leaned over suddenly and caught my face between his hands. He brushed his lips lightly against the coils of my hair. "Good-by, darling," he said. Then he went out softly and closed the door. CHAPTER X ANN RECEIVES A CALLER WHOOPEE, what a pretty pitcher!" Waterloo cried admiringly, as he come down to breakfast this morning with the belt of his rompers still unfastened and a look of sleepine...