[Her Father’s Daughter by Gene Stratton-Porter]@TWC D-Link bookHer Father’s Daughter CHAPTER XVIII 16/29
There are irregular deep beds, and there are straggly places where there are only one or two in a ragged streak, and then it runs along the edge in a fringy rim, and then it stretches out in a marshy place that is going to have some other wild things, arrowheads, and orchids, and maybe a bunch of paint brush on a high, dry spot near by.
I wish you could see it!" Peter looked at Linda reflectively and then he told her that he could see it.
He fold her that he adored it, that he was crazy about her straggly continuity and her fringy border, but there was not one word of truth in what he said, because what he saw was a slender thing, willowy, graceful; roughened wavy black hair hanging half her length in heavy braids, dark eyes and bright cheeks, a vivid red line of mouth, and a bright brown line of freckles bridging a prominent and aristocratic nose.
What he was seeing was a soul, a young thing, a thing he coveted with every nerve and fiber of his being.
And while he glibly humored her in her vision of decorating his brook, in his own consciousness he was saying to himself: "Is there any reason why I should not try for her ?" And then he answered himself.
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