At the instant I
said angrily to myself: "What right has he to love a girl like that, when
he has anything in his life that might make her unhappy, or endanger her
in ever so little!"
But I bit my tongue, for it seemed to me that I was pharisaical; and I
wondered rather scornfully if I should have been so indignant were the
girl not so beautiful, young, and ingenuous. I tried not to think further
of the matter, and talked much to Ruth,--Gait Roscoe walked with Mrs.
Revel and Amy Devlin,--but I found I could not drive it from my mind.
This was not unnatural, for was not I the "chorus to the play"?
CHAPTER XIII
THE SONG OF THE SAW
There was still a subdued note to Roscoe's manner the next morning. He
was pale. He talked freely however of the affairs of Viking and Sunburst,
and spoke of business which called him to Mr. Devlin's great saw mill
that day. A few moments after breakfast we were standing in the doorway.
"Well," he said, "shall we go?"
I was not quite sure where he meant to go, but I took my hat and joined
him. I wondered if it would be to the summer hotel or the great mill.
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