"You will
never persuade me that people are meant to shut themselves from their
fellow-creatures, and not be human, and that."
"And yet you were so good as to say that you thought I might attain
greatness," said John, smiling.
"Yes, I think you will. But you will change your mind about a great many
things before you do."
John's strong face grew thoughtful, and the white moonlight made his
features seem harder and sterner than ever. Slowly the pair glided over
the polished black ice, now marked here and there with clean white curves
from the skates, and in a few minutes they were once more within hail of
the remainder of their party.
CHAPTER VIII.
Eight days after the skating party, Ronald Surbiton telegraphed from New
York that he would reach Boston the next morning, and Josephine Thorn knew
that the hour had come. She was not afraid of the scene that must take
place, but she wished with all her heart that it were over.
As Sybil Brandon had told her, there had been time to think of what she
should say, and although she had answered recklessly that she would "trust
to luck," she knew when the day was come that she had in reality thought
intensely of the very words which must be spoken.
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