Then his arm slipped through hers, as
they began the steep descent, and at the boyish, friendly touch of it, she
came back to earth.
"Oh, Tony, I'm almost glad we missed the last train," she said softly,
"It's been so wonderful."
"Yes, it's been wonderful," he assented, and there was a queer, excited
note in his voice. "It's been wonderful to be up here with you--right away
from the rest of the world."
Instinctively she drew a little away from him.
"I wish you wouldn't," she said hastily.
"Wouldn't what?" He linked his arm in hers more firmly. "Help you down this
hill? You might trip if I didn't. It's a very rough track"--blandly.
Inwardly Ann admitted to a feeling of helplessness. Tony eluded reproof
with a skill that was altogether baffling. Now, as usual, having said what
he wanted to say, he retreated behind a fence of raillery.
"You know quite well I didn't mean that," she said indignantly.
"What did you mean, then? That I'm not to make love to you?"
"It isn't fair of you," she urged. "Not now--here."
"No, I suppose it isn't," he acknowledged equably. "But I'm going to do it,
all the same. Probably I'll never get you to myself again--alone on the
top of the world.
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