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Show 55 like a patch of Johnson-grass in the field or ths strange behavior of one of the animals - none of which saemad suitable at the moment. Also, hs was caught in a time-trap. His emotions had run ahead, and though they hadn't notified his mind, which didn't believe in leva at first - or even sixtesnth - sight, they had quietly taken har over. Against some interior screen hs had linsd hsr up against all othsrs, and thars was no doubt. She was his. The world, howaver, didn't permit such leaps; stupidly it insisted that he go through the paces. Hs had to take her out, talk, wind his way into hsr hsart, instsad of making tha direct approach possibla in any ideal world: present himsslf and say, I'm a pretty good guy; let's get married. So he was forcsd to drive down the Hondori, which had grown no less grim and rainswspt than bafors, bringing out this comment and that, each of which shs answered casually enough, until a series of quick glances at her face brought in another danger. Was shs about to say no? For not only did shs avoid looking at him, but her profile seemed a bit forbidding. She held her head up; the clean line of Eyebrow and chaek swapt forward against the streaming, grsy-light- spattarsd backdrop, and she looked uncompromising. Suddenly his heart quailed, and he felt he could not wait any longer. HB laanari forward and gazed at her face. "Tomorrow?" She glancsd at him brisfly. |