“Don’t,” she begged. “I know. Don’t you think I don’t know.”
With this his courage mounted.
“Tell me,” he burst out. “Will you tell me? Am I different—ain’t I different—from the way you thought?”
It was blind enough, but she seemed to understand.
“You’ve treated me whiter to-day than I’ve ever been treated,” she said, very low. “Now good-bye!”
The Inger sat silent, but in his face came light, as if back upon him were that which she had kindled there in the hut, by her trust in him, and as if it were not again to darken. The train began to move, and he sat there and did not heed it.
“Good-bye—oh, good-bye!” she said. “We’re going!”
“Yes,” he said, “we’re going! I donno what you’ll say—I got me a ticket too.”