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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about A Waif of the Plains.

“But I’m coming to see you at—­at your house, and at the convent,” he said eagerly.  “Father Sobriente and my cousin will fix it all right.”

But Susy shook her head, with superior wisdom.  “No; they must never know our secret!—­neither papa nor mamma, especially mamma.  And they mustn’t know that we’ve met again—­after these years!” It is impossible to describe the deep significance which Susy’s blue eyes gave to this expression.  After a pause she went on—­

“No!  We must never meet again, Clarence, unless Mary Rogers helps.  She is my best, my ONLIEST friend, and older than I; having had trouble herself, and being expressly forbidden to see him again.  You can speak to her about Suzette—­that’s my name now; I was rechristened Suzette Alexandra Peyton by mamma.  And now, Clarence,” dropping her voice and glancing shyly around the saloon, “you may kiss me just once under my hat, for good-by.”  She adroitly slanted her broad-brimmed hat towards the front of the shop, and in its shadow advanced her fresh young cheek to Clarence.

Coloring and laughing, the boy pressed his lips to it twice.  Then Susy arose, with the faintest affectation of a sigh, shook out her skirt, drew on her gloves with the greatest gravity, and saying, “Don’t follow me further than the door—­they’re coming now,” walked with supercilious dignity past the preoccupied proprietor and waiters to the entrance.  Here she said, with marked civility, “Good-afternoon, Mr. Brant,” and tripped away towards the hotel.  Clarence lingered for a moment to look after the lithe and elegant little figure, with its shining undulations of hair that fell over the back and shoulders of her white frock like a golden mantle, and then turned away in the opposite direction.

He walked home in a state, as it seemed to him, of absurd perplexity.  There were many reasons why his encounter with Susy should have been of unmixed pleasure.  She had remembered him of her own free will, and, in spite of the change in her fortune, had made the first advances.  Her doubts about her future interviews had affected him but little; still less, I fear, did he think of the other changes in her character and disposition, for he was of that age when they added only a piquancy and fascination to her—­as of one who, in spite of her weakness of nature, was still devoted to him!  But he was painfully conscious that this meeting had revived in him all the fears, vague uneasiness, and sense of wrong that had haunted his first boyhood, and which he thought he had buried at El Refugio four years ago.  Susy’s allusion to his father and the reiteration of Peyton’s skepticism awoke in his older intellect the first feeling of suspicion that was compatible with his open nature.  Was this recurring reticence and mystery due to any act of his father’s?  But, looking back upon it in after-years, he concluded that the incident of that day was a premonition rather than a recollection.

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