When he attained a position of responsibility he had had no time for
anything else. And so, of his own experience, he knew little of women
and their ways.
Less, indeed, than Nance knew of men and their ways. And that was not
very much and tended chiefly to scorn and dissatisfaction, seeing that
her knowledge was gleaned almost entirely from her experiences of Tom
and Peter Mauger. Her father was, of course, her father, and on somewhat
of a different plane from other men.
And so, if Nance was a wonder and a revelation to Gard, Gard was no less
of, at all events, a novelty in the way of mankind to Nance.
His quiet bearing and good manners, after a life-long course of Tom, had
a distinct attraction for her.
That he could burst into flame if occasion required, she was convinced.
For, more than once, out of the corner of her eye and round the edge of
her sun-bonnet, she had caught his thunderous looks of disgust at some
of Tom's carryings-on.
She would, perhaps, have been ashamed to confess it but, somewhere down
in her heart, she rather hoped, sooner or later, to see his lightning as
well.
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