You're going
to give Louise the little gray mare you lassooed last year, aren't you? I
always think of Louise when I look at that gray mare. You had to break
the pony's heart before she could be what she is--the nicest little thing
that ever was broken by a man's hand; and Louise, she had to have her
heart broken too. Your father and I were almost of an age--he was two
years older, and we had our youth together. And you and Louise are so
wonderfully young, too. Be good to her, son. She's never been married.
She was only in prison with that old lizard. What a horrible mouth he
had! It's shut now," she added remorselessly. Opening the door of the
other room, she disappeared.
A moment later, Louise entered upon Orlando.
The vanished months had worked wonders in her. She was like the young
summer beyond the open windows, alive to her finger-tips, shyly radiant,
with shining eyes, yet in their depths an alluring pensiveness never to
leave them altogether. Knowledge had come to her; an apprehending soul
was speaking in her face. The sweetness of her smile, as she looked at
the man before her, was such as could only be distilled from the bitter
herbs of the desert.
"Oh, Orlando!" she said joyously, as she came forward.
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