"
He laughed.
"Even if I had not seen you, there was no chance of my falling in love
with Miss Falconer, dearest," he said, smiling at her gravity and
earnestness. "She is very beautiful, lovely in her way, if you like;
but it is not my way. She is like a statue at most times; at others,
just now and again, like a--well, a sleek tigress in her movements and
the way she turns her head. Oh, there wasn't the least danger of my
falling in love with her, even if I hadn't seen the sweetest and
loveliest girl in all the wide world."
"And you will feel like that, feel so sure, so certain that you love
me, even though you have seen and will see so many women who are far
more beautiful than I am?" she said, dreamily.
"Sure and certain," he responded, with a long sigh. "If I were as sure
of your love as I am of mine for you--Forgive me, dearest!" for she had
raised her eyes to his with an earnestness that was almost solemn.
"You may be sure," she said, slowly. "I shall love you as long as I
live. I know it! I do not know why. I only--feel it. Perhaps we may be
parted--"
He laughed--but his hand closed on hers, and gripped them tightly.
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