She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. “I am very glad that you have come here. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. You know that. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity.
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