They finally gave up , as Wesley had done , baffled . Time would bring her to her senses , they said ; you just had to leave that still , stubborn kind alone . On the morning of Wesley 's departure Theodosia arose at sunrise and prepared a tempting breakfast . Irving Brooke 's oldest son , Stanley , who was to drive Wesley to the station , came over early with his express wagon . Wesley 's trunk , corded and labelled , stood on the back platform . The breakfast was a very silent meal . When it was over Wesley put on his hat and overcoat and went to the door , around which Theodosia 's morning-glory vines were beginning to twine . The sun was not yet above the trees and the long shadows lay on the dewy grass . The wet leaves were flickering on the old maples that grew along the fence between the yard and the clover field beyond . The skies were all pearly blue , cleanswept of clouds . From the little farmhouse the green meadows sloped down to the valley , where a blue haze wound in and out like a glistening ribbon . Theodosia went out and stood looking inscrutably on , while Wesley and Irving hoisted the trunk into the wagon and tied it . Then Wesley came up the porch steps and looked at her . `` Dosia , '' he said a little huskily , `` I said I would n't ask you to go again , but I will . Will you come with me yet ? '' `` No , '' said Theodosia gently . He held out his hand . He did not offer to kiss her . `` Goodbye , Dosia . '' `` Goodbye , Wes . ''
There was no tremor of an eyelash XXXXX her .
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