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Dickon looked at Mary from across the Garden. She was trying to evade Colin's suspicion. For some reason, Dickon knew Colin didn't like it when Mary and himself were alone together. So she feigned innocent, carefree, and happy while working with him on the tulips, stroking up light conversation.
He was supposed to be pulling weeds. But it was mid day. He decided to take in the scenery for a while.
Briefly, for a moment, their eyes met. He saw her make an excuse. He walked backwards around a hedge,into the nook near a statue.
As soon as he saw her turn the corner, she was taken by the arm and pulled against him, his arm neatly encasing her waist. Soon he met her sweet seductive lips, her warmth spreading through him.
And then, breaking magic, Colin's voice snapped through the air. "Mary?" He was hobbling around the corner, but not slow enough so that Mary and Dickon had time to break apart. "Have you found the clippers" was broken off mid sentence as he saw them separate.
Mary and Dickon looked at him, shocked. Colin just stared back, appalled. He was sixteen though. He didn't throw tantrums and cry any more.
"Colin." Mary said breathlessly.
Infuriated beyond his beliefs, he spoke in a low voice. "Leave, Marry." He was looking Dickon in the eye, and Dickon just looked back, calmly, knowingly, consolingly, looked back.
"Colin, I-"
"Mary, leave." Dickon said to her. "Go to the swing, I'll come to get you soon." He never tore his gaze away from Colin the entire time. But as Marylooked down,he looked down on her, raising her chin. "I'll be good, promise." He smiled at her. Even though she didn't love Colin the way he did her, she still would never want any harm to come to him.
She nodded solemnly, and kissed him on the cheek. Then they watched as she left down the pathway, her blue dress swaying in the wind.