But she believed she had suffered no more than a severe bruising and
scraping.
"Glenn--dear," she whispered, very low and very eloquently. "I think--my
back--is broken. . . . You'll be free--soon."
Glenn gave a terrible start and his face turned a deathly white. He burst
out with quavering, inarticulate speech.
Carley gazed up at him and then closed her eyes. She could not look at him
while carrying on such deceit. Yet the sight of him and the feel of him
then were inexpressibly blissful to her. What she needed most was assurance
of his love. She had it. Beyond doubt, beyond morbid fancy, the truth had
proclaimed itself, filling her heart with joy.
Suddenly she flung her arms up around his neck. "Oh--Glenn! It was too good
a chance to miss! . . . I'm not hurt a bit."
CHAPTER VII
The day came when Carley asked Mrs. Hutter: "Will you please put up a nice
lunch for Glenn and me? I'm going to walk down to his farm where he's
working, and surprise him."
"That's a downright fine idea," declared Mrs. Hutter, and forthwith bustled
away to comply with Carley's request.
So presently Carley found herself carrying a bountiful basket on her arm,
faring forth on an adventure that both thrilled and depressed her.
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