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e tried to bite or kick Slone, but he was meek
under Lucy's touch.
But this morning there came to Lucy the first vague doubt of herself.
Once entering her mind [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that doubt became clear. And then she vowed
she liked Slone as she might a brother. And something within her ac-
cused her own conviction. The conviction was her real self, and the ac-
cusation was some other girl lately born in her. Lucy did not like this
new person. She was afraid of her. She would not think of her unless she
had to.
"I never cared for him—that way [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," she said, aloud. "I don't—I
couldn't—ever—I—I—love Lin Slone!"
The spoken thought—the sound of the words played havoc with
Lucy's self-conscious calmness. She burned. She trembled. She was in a
rage with herself. She spurred Sarchedon into a run and tore through the
sage, down into the valley [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], running him harder than she should have run
him. Then she checked him, and, penitent he
enquired, petted him out of all propor-
tion to her thoughtlessness. The violent exercise only heated her blood
and, if anything, increased this sudden and new torment. Why had she
discarded her boy's rider outfit and chaps for a riding-habit made by her
aunt [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and one she had scorned to wear? Some awful, accusing voice
thundered i