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Chapter XII
’Shesaidnomore;sheonlytriedtowithdrawherhandfromhisforthesecondtime.Hestillheldit;heliftedittohislips.
’CanInevermakeyouthinkofotherdaysthanthose—ofthehappierdaystocome?Or,ifyoumustthinkofthetimethatispassed,canyounotlookbacktothetimewhenIfirstlovedyou?’
Shesighedasheputthequestion.’Spareme,Henry,’sheansweredsadly.’Saynomore!’
Thecolouragainroseinhercheeks;herhandtrembledinhis.Shelookedlovely,withhereyescastdownandherbosomheavinggently.Atthatmomenthewouldhavegiveneverythinghehadintheworldtotakeherinhisarmsandkissher.Somemysterioussympathy,passingfromhishandtohers,seemedtotellherwhatwasinhismind.Shesnatchedherhandaway,andsuddenlylookedupathim.Thetearswereinhereyes.Shesaidnothing;shelethereyesspeakforher.Theywarnedhim—withoutanger,withoutunkindness—butstilltheywarnedhimtopresshernofurtherthatday.
’OnlytellmethatIamforgiven,’hesaid,asherosefromthesofa.
’Yes,’sheansweredquietly,’youareforgiven.’
’Ihavenotloweredmyselfinyourestimation,Agnes?’
’Oh,no!’
’Doyouwishmetoleaveyou?’
Sherose,inherturn,fromthesofa,andwalkedtoherwriting-tablebeforeshereplied.TheunfinishedletterwhichshehadbeenwritingwhenLadyMontbarryinterruptedher,layopenontheblotting-book.Asshelookedattheletter,andthenlookedatHenry,thesmilethatcharmedeverybodyshoweditselfinherface.
’Youmustnotgojustyet,’shesaid:’Ihavesomethingtotellyou.
