"I won't touch you," he said, quickly dropping his arms. "Don't draw
back from me. If you don't want it I'll never lay a finger on you."
The rigidity of her attitude relaxed. She turned away her head and
wiped her tears on the end of the kerchief knotted round her neck. He
stood watching her, struggling with passion and foreboding, reassured
and yet with the memory of the seeing moment, chill at his heart.
Presently she shot a timid glance at him, and met his eyes resting
questioningly upon her. Her face was tear stained, a slight,
frightened smile on the lips.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Susan, do you truly care for me?"
"Yes," she said, looking down. "Yes--but--let me wait a little while
longer."
"As long as you like. I'll never ask you to marry me till you say
you're willing."
She held out her hand shyly, as if fearing a repulse. He took it, and
feeling it relinquished to his with trust and confidence, swore that
never again would he disturb her, never demand of her till she was
ready to give.
CHAPTER VIII
Fort Bridger was like a giant magnet perpetually revolving and sweeping
the western half of the country with its rays.
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