“You see,” he laughed, “you’ve got to stand for me—or lose the puppy.”
But Miss Loring had turned abruptly and was moving rapidly toward the distant Avenue. Gallatin put on his hat and walked at her side.
“I want you to know—how it all happened to me—up there in the woods,” he muttered, through set lips. “It’s only justice to me—and to you.”
“Will you please leave me!” she said, in a stifled voice, her head stiffly set, her eyes looking straight down the path before her.
“No,” he replied, more calmly. “I’m not going to leave you.”
“Oh, that you would dare!”
“Don’t, Jane!” he pleaded. “Can’t you see that I’ve got to go with you whether——”
“My name is Loring,” she interrupted coldly, strongly accenting the word.
“Won’t you listen to me?”