"Then you will not stay?"
Tears actually stood in the blue eyes of Miss Vane.
"Good gracious! Vic, what a baby," and he laughed aloud.
He stepped to her side, however, and as her face pale, pretty, even
though babyish, was upturned to his he could not resist the temptation,
and he bent and kissed her full upon the pouting lips.
Then a pair of soft arms were wound quickly about his neck, and a voice
whispered softly:
"Why can't you stay with me always, August?"
He tore himself loose instantly, a guilty feeling entering his heart. He
was acting the hypocrite with a vengeance, and it did not agree with his
honorable nature.
"Confound it, Miss Vane, what a tease you are. There comes your brother
now, and I must away."
"You will call when you return from your hunt?"
"Perhaps."
He then passed outside.
A single horseman was riding slowly down the forest road toward the
village.
He must needs pass the cottage.
August Bordine had called the traveler Victoria's brother. He saw his
mistake as he passed out, but did not deem it necessary to rectify it.
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