Norton made no answer but lay motionless save for the constant plucking
at his coverlet, his eyes moodily fixed upon the wall. Mrs. Engle,
finding the water-pitcher empty and saying that she would be back in
two seconds, went out to fill it. Promptly Norton's eyes returned to
Virginia's face, resting there steadily.
"I've been dizzy and sick and half out of my head a whole lot," he said
abruptly. "I've been thinking of you most of the time, dreaming about
you, climbing cliffs with you. . . ."
He broke off suddenly, but did not remove his eyes from hers. It was
she who turned away, pretending to find it necessary to adjust the
window-curtain. It was impossible to sit quietly while he looked at
her that way, his eyes all without warning filling with a look for any
girl to read a look of glowing admiration, almost a look of pure
love-making. Norton sighed and again his head moved restlessly on his
pillow.
"I've had time to think here of late," he said after a little. "More
time to think than I've ever had before in my life. About everything;
myself and Jim Galloway and you. . . . I have decided to send word to
the district attorney to let Galloway go," he added, again watching
her. "I am not going to appear against him and there's no case if I
don't.
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