But in the end he had his way, and she yielded with
a little laugh that sounded oddly passionate.
"I believe you could make me give you anything," she said.
"But you can't give me what is mine already," he made quiet answer, as he
pressed the two trembling hands against his heart. "That is understood,
isn't it? And when you are tired of working for your living, you will
come to me and let me work for you."
"Perhaps," she said, with her head bent.
"Only perhaps?" he said.
His voice was deeply tender. He was trying to look into the veiled eyes.
"Only perhaps?" he said again.
She made a little movement as if she would free herself, but checked it
on the instant. Then very slowly she lifted her face to his, but she did
not meet his look. Her eyes were closed.
"Some day," she said with quivering lips,--"some day--I will."
He took her face between his hands, and held it so as if he waited for
something. Then, after a moment, "Some day--wife of my heart!" he said
very softly, and kissed the eyes that would not meet his own.
PART III
CHAPTER I
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
The annual flower-show at Fairharbour was one of the chief events of the
district, and entailed such a gathering of the County as Vera Fielding
would not for worlds have missed.
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