UNDER THE PLUM TREES
"I do not know—I do not know! I have thought little about the war—about anything but you—since you came! I don't know!"
This did not please Evelyn. She flung his hands away.
"You, a man, and don't know! Oh, if the women could but fight this war! You, a man, with hell seething all about you and talking, thinking of love! A woman! A woman's man! There is no room in my heart for love, or such a man! I don't even hear you. Shall I tell you the plan I was making when you began to talk of love? I was planning to find, here, in the North, a soldier—many—to take the place of my father. That would be just. That would be only fair vengeance. I thought of you for my soldier!"
I imagined for the next few minutes the girl had gone crazy. And Jon must have thought so, too. For he kept stroking a hand which she didn't know he had and murmuring:
"You! You thought of me. You thought that! You!"
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