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She had grown pale; but she tried to saze of

his eyes; but she could not

"Hadn't--hadn't we better be going back?" she faltered; "it is growing

late"

But her voice was so low that she wondered whether she had spoken aloud

"I want to tell you that I have ed for you,"

he went on, not speaking with the fluency for which some of his men

friends envied him, but brokenly, as if the words were all inadequate to

express his ht of you--I could

not help thinking of you All the time I was there, whether I was alone

or in the ht of you I could see your

face, hear your voice I could not rest day or night I felt that I must

come back to you; that there would be no peace or contentment for me

unless I could see you, hear you, be near you"

She sat, her hands clasped tightly, her eyes downcast and hidden by the

long dark lashes Every word he was faltering was est,

sweetest music in her ears and in her heart That he should miss