And I knew, too, or could guess, what was being said that very moment at the store, and of the surmising and theorizing and strengthening of suspicions which would go on at a dozen supper tables that evening.
My companion, however, appeared to be quite unconscious of all this.
That I might be suspected and misjudged because she had chanced to prefer my company to a walk home alone did not, evidently, occur to her.

There was no reason why it should, of course; she was not in the position where the opinion or suspicions of Denboro's inhabitants need concern her in the least.

But I, angry at Captain Jed for his look and with Sim Eldredge and his companions for their impudent stares and the trouble I knew their gossipy tongues would make for me, was gloomy and resentful.
She did most of the talking and I walked beside her, putting in a word occasionally and doing my best to appear as unconcerned as she really was.

We crossed Elnathan Mullet's bridge and continued down the Shore Lane.

Suddenly I was aware that she had not spoken for some minutes.
"Eh?
Yes, Miss Colton; what is it ?" I stammered.