And already she had learned to welcome
amusement of any sort in San Juan town.
But again here was Galloway, stopping now in front of Struve's, drawing
another quick, bright smile from the banker's daughter, accepting its
invitation and coming into the little yard and down the veranda. Only
when he fairly towered over the two girls did he push back the hat
which already he had touched to them, standing with his hands on his
hips, his heavy features bespeaking a deep inward serenity and quiet
good humor.
It would have required a blinder man than Jim Galloway not to have
marked the cool dislike and distrust in Virginia's eyes. But, though
he turned from them to the pink-and-white girl at her side, he gave no
sign of sensing that he was in any way unwelcome here.
He had greeted Virginia casually; she, observing him keenly, understood
what Florrie had meant by a man's making love with his eyes. His look,
directed downward into the face smiling up at him, was alive with what
was obviously a very genuine admiration. While Florrie allowed her
flattered soul to drink deep and thirstily of the wine of adulation
Virginia, only half understanding the writing in Galloway's eyes,
shivered a little and, leaning forward suddenly, put her hand on
Florrie's arm; the gesture, quick and spontaneous, meant nothing to
Florrie, nothing to Galloway, and a very great deal to Virginia Page.
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