Nothing can change my
hope; or make me forget or want to forget."
Turl looked at her with the mixture of tenderness and perplexity which
he had shown before; but this time it was more poignant.
"I see I must wait," he said, quietly.
There was a touch of anger in her tone as she retorted, with an impatient
laugh, "It will be a long time of waiting."
He sighed deeply; then bade her good afternoon in his usual courteous
manner, and left her alone. When the door had closed, her eyes followed
him in imagination, with a frown of beginning dislike.
CHAPTER XII.
LARCHER PUTS THIS AND THAT TOGETHER
Two or three days after this, Turl dropped in to see Larcher,
incidentally to leave some sketches, mainly for the pleasanter passing of
an hour in a gray afternoon. Upon the announcement of another visitor,
whose name was not given, Turl took his departure. At the foot of the
stairs, he met the other visitor, a man, whom the servant had just
directed to Larcher's room. The hallway was rather dark as the incomer
and outgoer passed each other; but, the servant at that instant lighting
the gas, Turl glanced around for a better look, and encountered the
other's glance at the same time turned after himself. Each halted, Turl
for a scarce perceptible instant, the other for a moment longer. Then
Turl passed out, the servant having run to open the door; and the new
visitor went on up the stairs.
The new visitor found Larcher waiting in expectation of being either
bored or startled, as a man usually is by callers who come anonymously.
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