"
"No?" said Winston.
The girl looked at him curiously, and shook her head. "No," she said.
"I heard my uncle's explanation, but it was not convincing. I saw the
man's face."
It was several seconds before Winston answered, and then he took the
bold course.
"Well?" he said.
Maud Barrington made a curious little gesture. "I knew I had seen it
before at the bridge, but that was not all. It was vaguely familiar,
and I felt I ought to know it. It reminded me of somebody."
"Of me?" and Winston laughed.
"No. There was a resemblance, but it was very superficial. That man's
face had little in common with yours."
"These faint likenesses are not unusual," said Winston, and once more
Maud Barrington looked at him steadily.
"No," she said, "of course not. Well, we will conclude that my fancies
ran away with me, and be practical. What is wheat doing just now?"
"Rising still," said Winston, and regretted the alacrity with which he
had seized the opportunity of changing the topic when he saw that it
had not escaped the notice of his companion. "You and I and a few
others will be rich this year."
"Yes, but I am afraid some of the rest will find it has only further
anxieties for them."
"I fancy," said Winston, "you are thinking of one."
Maud Barrington nodded. "Yes. I am sorry for him."
"Then it would please you if I tried to straighten out things for him?
It would be difficult, but I believe it could be accomplished.
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