It was this health that made the
glory of the flawless skin, white with a living white that
revealed the coursing blood beneath, and the crimson lips that
bent in smiles so tender, or so wistful, and the limpid eyes in
which always lurked fires that sometimes burst into flame, the
lustrous mass of undulating hair that sparkled in the sunlight
like an aureole to her face or framed it in heavy splendors with
its shadows, and the supple erectness of her graceful carriage,
the lithe dignity of her every movement.
But, at last, she stirred uneasily and sat up. Garson accepted
this as a sufficient warrant for speech.
"You know--Aggie told you--that Cassidy was up here from
Headquarters. He didn't put a name to it, but I'm on." Mary
regarded him inquiringly, and he continued, putting the fact with
a certain brutal bluntness after the habit of his class. "I
guess you'll have to quit seeing young Gilder. The bulls are
wise. His father has made a holler.
"Don't let that worry you, Joe," she said tranquilly. She allowed
a few seconds go by, then added as if quite indifferent: "I was
married to Dick Gilder this morning.
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