She leaned
against him gasping a little, but her eyes--with the glory yet shining in
them--were still raised to his.
"So that's settled, is it?" she said, with a quivering smile. "You are
quite sure, Dick?"
His hands were clasped behind her. His look had a certain burning quality
as if he challenged all the world for her possession.
"What am I to say to you, Juliet?" he said, his words low, deeply
vibrant. "I can't deny--my other self--can I?"
"I don't know," she said. "You were very near it, weren't you? I thought
you had--all these weeks."
"Ah!" His brows contracted. "Will you forgive me, Juliet? I've had--an
infernal time."
"Yes. I know," she said gently.
"No, dear, you don't know. How could you? Your life hasn't been one
perpetual struggle against overwhelming odds like mine." He paused. "Look
here, darling! I'm rather a fool to-night. I can't explain things. But
you've been very wonderful to me. You've lighted a torch in the dark. I
kept away because--it didn't seem fair to you to do anything else. You
were back in your own inner circle, and I was miles outside. And you
never wanted to be bound. When I saw you with--Lord Saltash--I knew why.
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