Norman Douglas was perfectly aware of her dislike and he chuckled over it . It never worried Norman if people did not like him . It did not even make him dislike them in return , for he took it as a kind of extorted compliment . He thought Rosemary a fine girl , and he meant to be an excellent , generous brother-in-law to her . But before he could be her brother-in-law he had to have a talk with her , so , having seen her leaving Ingleside as he stood in the doorway of a Glen store , he had straightway plunged into the valley to overtake her . Rosemary was sitting pensively on the maple seat where John Meredith had been sitting on that evening nearly a year ago . The tiny spring shimmered and dimpled under its fringe of ferns . Ruby-red gleams of sunset fell through the arching boughs . A tall clump of perfect asters grew at her side . The little spot was as dreamy and witching and evasive as any retreat of fairies and dryads in ancient forests . Into it Norman Douglas bounced , scattering and annihilating its charm in a moment . His personality seemed to swallow the place up . There was simply nothing there but Norman Douglas , big , red-bearded , complacent . `` Good evening , '' said Rosemary coldly , standing up . '' ` Evening , girl . Sit down again -- sit down again . I want to have a talk with you . Bless the girl , what 's she looking at me like that for ? I do n't want to eat you -- I 've had my supper . Sit down and be civil . ''
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