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I will speak to father, but I won't -I can't-I can't be pitied." Mrs. Wainwright looked at her husband. " Yes," said the old man, trembling. "Go! " She threw up her hands in a sorrowing gesture that was not without its suggestion that her exclusion would be a mistake. She left the room. The professor dropped on his knees at the bedside and took one of Marjory's hands.
"It's sweet to hear your dear lips say that you love me God knows I love you you-dear-little-angel-sent-from heaven! I'm not worthy to touch your hand and yet I'm crushing it I can't help it I can't-I can't." She slipped into his arms and he crushed her to his heart. "I love you," she whispered. "I can trust you. I'll never ask your secret until you wish to tell me. Just love me, forever.
"He is different; he lives only for revenge. What are those poor savages to you? You have a better, nobler life opening." "Lass, I can't give him up." "You need not; but give up this useless seeking of adventure. That, you know, is half a borderman's life. Give it up, Jack, it not for your own, then for my sake." "No-no-never-I can't-I won't be a coward! After all these years I won't desert him.
He begged to have the honour of conducting me to it, and would have taken my hand; but I drew it back, saying, "I can't-I can't indeed! pray go by yourself-and as to me, let me have a chair." "Impossible," cried he with vehemence, "I cannot think of trusting you with strange chairmen,-I cannot answer it to Mrs. Mirvan;-come, dear Madam, we shall be home in five minutes." Again I stood suspended.
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