" A moment later Tom came, walking briskly.
"Miss Lou," he said, slowly approaching, "what made you run away from
me? I wanted to tell you--"
She sprang to her feet and with snapping eyes exclaimed: "What do you
want to tell me? Somethin' that ain't true. Do you want to look a lie at
me?"
"No, I want to tell you something that is true. Do you know why I let
that scoundrel Peters insult me?"
And looking down she replied: "You told me not to ask and I haven't?"
"Was it because you didn't want to know?"
"Mebby I was almost dyin' to know, but you told me not to ask."
"I didn't kill him because--"
"Not because you were afraid to try," she broke in.
"No. It was because they told me that--that you loved him."
"What!" she cried, blazing at him, "I love that--that skeer crow! Oh,
how could they tell you such a thing; and if you believed it I am mad at
you."
This greatly distressed him and he was quick to reply, "Oh, I didn't
believe it much, you know."
"But you believed it strong enough not to--"
"Oh," he pleaded, "don't play me like a fish.
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