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There was little which Jerrie did not already know, for as Harold had been a boy when it happened, he had not heard all that was said, and since that time other matters had crowded the incidents of the death and burial out of his mind. The thing most real to him was Jerrie herself, the beautiful girl sitting by his side, astonishing him so with her mood and her questions.
'Father, I have promised to marry Harold, Jerrie said to Arthur the next morning as she stood before him in the Gretchen room, with Harold's hand in hers, and a look in her face something like what Gretchen's had worn when Arthur first called her his wife. 'Lord bless you, I knew it was coming, but did not think it would be quite so soon.
I do not love you, Tom; and without love I would not marry a prince. It was very hard for Tom to believe that Jerrie really meant to refuse him, Tom Tracy, who with all his love for her and he did love her as well as he was capable of loving any one still felt that he was stooping a little, or at least was honoring her greatly when he asked her to be his wife.
'Why, you Vassars must be very innocent, Tom replied, with a laugh, 'not to know that Gov. is one's respected sire: the old man, some call him, but I am more respectful. My gracious, though! isn't it sweltering? I'm nearly baked, you make me walk so fast! and he wiped the great drops of swat from his forehead. 'Why don't you go back then? Why are you walking here in the hot sun? Jerrie asked.
Could Maude have talked and seen people, or if she had been less anxious to live, she would probably have told Jerrie and Nina, and possibly Ann Eliza Peterkin, of what had passed between herself and Harold, but she had not seen them; while life, with Harold to love her, looked so bright and sweet, that if by keeping silence she could prolong it, she would do so for months, if necessary.
'Yes, Jerrie, she said, 'I know you love me, and it makes me very glad, and dying seems easier for it; for, Jerrie, oh, Jerrie! once before I knew about you, and when I feared I might die, I wrote something on paper for father to see when I was dead, and it was that he should take you in my place, you and Harold.
A hundred times he had said to himself that afternoon, as he sat alone in the lovely park of which he had once said to Harold, he was to be the hare, and of whose possession in the future he had boasted to Jerrie that he did not care a sou, that he was glad she had refused him, for after all it was only an infatuation on his part; that the girl of the carpet-bag was not the wife for a Tracy; but the twinge of pain in his heart belied his words, and he knew he did love Jerrie Crawford better than he should ever again love any girl, whether the daughter of a governor or of the president.
Her face was pale, and pinched, and wan, but it flushed brightly as Harold came in, and she went eagerly forward to meet him. 'Hally, you naughty boy! she began, as she gave him her little, thin hand. 'Why didn't you come before? You don't know how I have missed you. You must not forget me now that Jerrie is at home.
She looked at him curiously, but made no reply, and he continued: 'You must tell me where you found them: it is necessary I should know. Still she did not reply, but stared at him, as if not fully comprehending what he meant. 'Jerrie, he said again, 'do you love me? Quickly her eyes filled with tears, and she replied: 'Love you, Harold!
Let Jerrie prove it, before she is mistress here. Then into Maude's eyes there crept a look of terror and pain, and she whispered: 'Yes, Jerrie, prove it. There were papers in your hand, and a bag, and you said, "It is so written here." Bring the papers and read them to us here in this room. I can bear it. I must hear them.
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