She remembered again
the fiery holding of his arms, and was afraid.
He paused in his walk and turned aside to the railing that bounded the
side of the track above the steep, pine-covered descent. "Wish hard
enough," he said, "and all dreams come true!"
Dinah went with him as if compelled. She leaned against the railing, glad
of the support, while he sat down upon it. His attitude was supremely
easy and self-possessed.
"Do you know, Daphne," he said, "I've taken a fancy to that particular
dream myself? Now I've caught you, I don't see myself letting you go
again."
Her heart throbbed at his words. She bent her head, fixing her eyes upon
the rough wood upon which she leaned.
"But it's no good, is it?" she said, almost below her breath. "I've just
got to go."
He put his hand on her shoulder, and she was conscious afresh of the
electricity of his touch. She shrank a little--a very little; for she was
frightened, albeit curiously aware of a magnetism that drew her
irresistibly.
"Yes, I suppose you've got to go," he said. "But--there's nothing to
prevent me following you, is there?"
She quivered from head to foot. That hand upon her shoulder sent such a
tumult of emotions through her that she could not collect her thoughts in
any coherent order. "I--I don't know," she whispered, bending her head
still lower. "They--I don't know what they would say at home.
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