" "He's such
fun to tease," was her thought, "and you can say just what you please
without being afraid of his doing anything ungentlemanly." Many a woman
dares to torture a man for just the same reason.
She was quite right as to Peter. He had recognized that he was
powerless; that he could not use force. He looked the picture of utter
indecision. But as Leonore spoke, a sudden change came over his face and
figure. "Leonore had said it was wet on the grass! Leonore would wet her
feet I Leonore would take cold! Leonore would have pneumonia! Leonore
would die!" It was a shameful chain of argument for a light of the bar,
logic unworthy of a school-boy. But it was fearfully real to Peter for
the moment, and he said to himself: "I must do it, even if she never
forgives me." Then the indecision left his face, and he took a step
forward.
Leonore caught her breath with a gasp. The "dare-you" look, suddenly
changed to a very frightened one, and turning, she sped across the lawn,
at her utmost speed.
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