Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small
pine plantation. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!”
She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had
savored the words. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him
by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour!
She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he
saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing
on to the tablecloth. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Contests
were held every year, the type of which depended on her
caprice.
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