Well, he's made good.
He didn't come in half-hearted or mean; he came in--all the way!
But there isn't anything in it to him; you can see he's just shut his
teeth on it and goin' ahead with dust in his mouth. You see, one way
of lookin' at it, he's got nothin' to work FOR. And it seems to me
like it cost him your friendship, and I believe--honest--that's what
hurt him the worst. Now you said we'd talk plain. Why can't you let
him come back?"
She covered her face desperately with her hands. "I can't!"
He rose, defeated, and looking it.
"Well, I mustn't press you," he said, gently.
At that she cried out, and dropped her hands and let him see her
face. "Ah! He was only sorry for me!"
He gazed at her intently. Mary was proud, but she had a fatal
honesty, and it confessed the truth of her now; she was helpless.
It was so clear that even Sheridan, marveling and amazed, was able
to see it. Then a change came over him; gloom fell from him, and
he grew radiant.
"Don't! Don't" she cried. "You mustn't--"
"I won't tell him," said Sheridan, from the doorway. "I won't tell
anybody anything!"
CHAPTER XXXIII
There was a heavy town-fog that afternoon, a smoke-mist, densest
in the sanctuary of the temple.
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