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What was it? He felt irresistibly drawn Without intending to do so, he

turned and stared at the woman in brown Her hand went to the veil and

swept it aside Nora was as full of romance as a child She could have

stopped him before he made the boat, but she wanted to be alone with hi herself on her knees in front of him "I am a wretch!" she

said

He could only repeat her name

"I am not worth my salt Ah, why did you run away? Why did you not pursue

ladly? There were times

when I would have opened my arms had you been the worst scoundrel in the

world instead of the dearest lover, the patientest! Ah, can you forgive

ive you, Nora?" He was numb

"I am a miserable wretch! I doubted you, I! When all I had to do was to

recall the way people s I had done! I sent back your

lettersand read and reread the old blue ones Don't you remember how

you used to write the It was