Go to bed, Austin, and don't frighten me out of my wits
again by coming and asking me silly questions."
"What kind of waste paper? Please be a little more explicit."
"How did you happen to come back to ask me such a thing--what made you
think of it?"
"I don't know--I just did. Tell me instantly, please."
"Don't dictate to me--the last time you did you were sorry."
"Yes--and you were sorry that you didn't listen to me, weren't you?"
"No!" she cried, "I wasn't--not in the end. If I hadn't gone out to
ride that day, you never would have gone to Europe--and come back the
man you have!"
She turned away from him, her eyes full of tears, her voice shaking. He
was quite at a loss to understand her emotion, almost too excited himself
to notice it; but he could not help being conscious of the tensity of the
moment. He spoke more gently.
"Sylvia--don't think me presuming--I don't mean it that way; and you and
I mustn't quarrel again. But I believe I have a right to ask what that
document you gave me to burn up was.
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