Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 58: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. DBE Moving slowly along at Lady’s side, John Averill’s tall figure loomed up in the dying sunlight. Grave he looked, and a trifle annoyed, his riding-whip ruthlessly switching off the heads of inoffensive flowers as he passed. Something was wrong with John; that was plain to see. Whatever it was that had called him from home, in response to the negro’s message, had not proved of a lively nature evidently. His garments were mud-stained and splashed with water; he had had a hard ride of it, any one could see that at a glance, but it was not that which caused him to frown so gloomily, and Lady knew that she was at the bottom of the whole mischief. ‘*T will never consent,” she repeated, saucily, glancing into his clouded face; ‘*so it is useless to refer to the subject again, Mr. Averill. I have decided never to mary. ” “Lady: Weel, John’s face was pale with repression passion as _ he halted ab- ruptly in the path before her; but suddenly checking his out- burst, he assumed an indifference which he was far from feeling, and gave her as calm a glance as she had bestowed upon himself. | ‘‘T have only this to say,” he went on slowly, ‘‘ that you shall be my wife some day, Lady.” — ‘Indeed I ” she began, but he interrupted her with a little gesture of command. ‘‘T have said it,” he went on, slowly and decidedly, ‘‘and you will find that my words will come true. And—so—you do not care for me, Lady ?”’ Her lovely dark eyes drooped before his earnest gaze. ‘* Not a bit !” she retorted, but her voiee trembled a little as she spoke. John smiled. ‘‘ Allright,” hereturned. ‘‘ But you will like me yet, Lady— nay, more, you will love me dearly ! and furthermore, I say to (E(@) | comichooks