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since June. She couldn't bring herself to write to him in her usual casual manner. Silence was more honest, and she wanted at least to be honest.
Reba didn't like the duplicity of her position. Oh, when would Chadwick Booth speak? Again she contemplated telling him about the sailor. But no—no. How could she now? If ever, it should have been that first time among the rocks, by the waves. Now it would be indelicate, look as if she expected him to propose marriage to her. Of course she did expect it, and he must know she did, but no—no. Women must wait.
