The Keeper of the Bridge, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​⁠She did not say to him the ordinary, obvious things a woman says when she meets a man. She held his hand for an instant and looked at him.

"When I saw the bridge you built at Indian Ford," she told him, "I was afraid to meet you. Afraid I might be disappointed in what you were. You might have been a chunky, merry man who treats his genius as a favorite, halloing to it when needed, proud of it, patr