Consider the rights,
feelings and happiness of others."
"Well, Whately, what do you say?" asked Maynard with a grim laugh.
"I am ready to obey Miss Baron as I would my superior officer," and
he held out his hand.
Whately took it with an answering laugh, saying, "There's nothing
else left us to do. After her words, we could no more fight each
other than shoot her."
"Thank you. I--I--Zany," she faltered, turning deathly white. She
would have fallen had not her cousin sprung to her aid, supporting
her to a seat on a moss-grown log lying near.
For a few moments the long strain and reaction proved too much for
her, and she sat, pale and panting, her head resting against Zany,
who had rushed from her covert. The young men were overwhelmed with
compunction and alarm, but she retained and silenced them by a
gesture. "I'll be--better--in a moment," she gasped.
It proved but a partial giving way of her nervous force. In a few
moments she added, "Please go back to the house by different ways.
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