"
"Ugh; don't speak of it!" and Shirley shrugged her shoulders. She
suffered her eyes to climb the slopes of the far hills. Then she looked
steadily at her brother and laughed.
"What do you and father and Baron von Marhof want with Mr. John
Armitage?" she asked.
"Guess again!" exclaimed Dick hurriedly. "Has that been the undercurrent
of your conversation? As I may have said before in this connection, you
disappoint me, Shirley. You seem unable to forget that fellow."
He paused, grew very serious, and bent forward in his wicker chair.
"Have you seen John Armitage since I saw him?"
"Impertinent! How dare you?"
"But Shirley, the question is fair!"
"Is it, Richard?"
"And I want you to answer me."
"That's different."
He rose and took several steps toward her. She stood against the railing
with her hands behind her back.
"Shirley, you are the finest girl in the world, but you wouldn't do
_this_--"
"This what, Dick?"
"You know what I mean. I ask you again--have you or have you not seen
Armitage since you came to the Springs?"
He spoke impatiently, his eyes upon hers.
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