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"I care for only one thing in this world," he said, tremulously "Have I

lost it? I didn't h you answered

Have I no chance? Is it still the same? Do I come too late?"

The butterfly fluttered in his hand and then away

She drew back and looked at hi you ently, "and

that is that a woratitude there

is in reat deal; it is all yours Will you

always remember that?"

"Gratitude? What can there--"

"You do not understand now, but some day you will I ask you to reht which bore reference to you--and there have

been h you do not see it noill you promise to believe it?"

"Yes," he said simply

"For the rest--" She paused "For the rest--I do not love you"