She freed one hand and laid it
pleadingly, caressingly, against his neck. "Oh, Dicky," she said, "try to
understand!"
His face changed a little, and she thought his mouth quivered ever so
slightly as he said. "It's now or never, Juliet. If I don't come to a
perfect understanding with you to-night, we shall be strangers for the
rest of our lives."
She shivered at the finality of his words, but they gave her light. "I
have hurt you--horribly!" she said.
He was silent.
She pressed herself to him with a sudden passionate gesture. "Dick--my
husband--will you forgive me--can you forgive me--before you
understand?"
Her eyes implored him, yet just for a second he hesitated. Then very
swiftly he gathered her closely, closely against his heart, and kissed
her pleading, upturned face over and over. "Yes!" he said. "Yes!"
She clung to him with all her quivering strength. "I love you,
darling! I love you,--only--only--you!" she whispered brokenly.
"You believe that?"
"Yes," he said again between his kisses.
"And if I tried to do without you it was only because--only because--I
loved you so," she faltered on. "Your anger is just--the end of the
world for me, Dick.
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