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She
made
no
answer
,
and
for
an
awkward
moment
they
sat
silent
.
It
was
because
he
loved
her
that
he
did
not
quite
understand
her
,
and
she
could
not
understand
him
because
he
was
so
large
that
he
bulked
beyond
her
horizon
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ve
collected
from
the
Transcontinental
,
"
he
said
in
an
effort
to
shift
the
conversation
to
a
more
comfortable
subject
.
The
picture
of
the
bewhiskered
trio
,
as
he
had
last
seen
them
,
mulcted
of
four
dollars
and
ninety
cents
and
a
ferry
ticket
,
made
him
chuckle
.
"
Then
you
’
ll
come
!
"
she
cried
joyously
.
"
That
was
what
I
came
to
find
out
.
"
"
Come
?
"
he
muttered
absently
.
"
Where
?
"
"
Why
,
to
dinner
to
-
morrow
.
You
know
you
said
you
’
d
recover
your
suit
if
you
got
that
money
.
"
"
I
forgot
all
about
it
,
"
he
said
humbly
.
"
You
see
,
this
morning
the
poundman
got
Maria
’
s
two
cows
and
the
baby
calf
,
and
—
well
,
it
happened
that
Maria
didn
’
t
have
any
money
,
and
so
I
had
to
recover
her
cows
for
her
.
That
’
s
where
the
Transcontinental
fiver
went
—
‘
The
Ring
of
Bells
’
went
into
the
poundman
’
s
pocket
.
"
"
Then
you
won
’
t
come
?
"
He
looked
down
at
his
clothing
.
"
I
can
’
t
.
"
Tears
of
disappointment
and
reproach
glistened
in
her
blue
eyes
,
but
she
said
nothing
.
"
Next
Thanksgiving
you
’
ll
have
dinner
with
me
in
Delmonico
’
s
,
"
he
said
cheerily
;
"
or
in
London
,
or
Paris
,
or
anywhere
you
wish
.
I
know
it
.
"
