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She hid her eyes with her other hand, struggling to recall that far away moment in Marrisdale. But the mind refused to work. Consciousness seemed to retain nothing but the warm grasp of his hand the tones of his voice. He saw her struggle, and pressed on remorselessly. 'Speak to me say one little kind word. Oh, you cannot send me away miserable and empty!
Then presently she looked up, a flash of exquisite feeling breaking up the delicate resolution of the face. 'I am not sad about that, Robert. Oh, how you have widened my world for me! Suddenly that hour in Marrisdale came back to her. They were in the woodpath. She crept inside her husband's arm and put up her face to him, swept away by an overmastering impulse of self-humiliating love.
For his more modern sense, deeply Christianized as it is, assumes almost without argument the sacredness of passion and its claim wherein a vast difference between himself and that solitary wrestler in Marrisdale. Meanwhile he kept all his hopes and fears to himself. Mrs.
Well, then, at worst, when they met they would meet on a different footing, with a sense of something critical between them. Oh, if he did but know a little more clearly how he stood! He spent a noonday hour on a gray rock on the side of the fell, between Whindale and Marrisdale, studying the path opposite, the stepping-stones, the bit of white road.
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