"
"Then?" —
I was silent.
"What then, Daisy? Perhaps you will find some way to come on
and see me at Washington — if the rebels don't take it first?"
It must be told.
"No — I cannot. — My father and mother wish me to come out to
them as soon as I get a chance."
"Where?"
"In Switzerland."
"Switzerland! To stay how long?"
"I don't know — till the war is over, I suppose. I do not
think they would come back before."
"I shall come and fetch you, then, Daisy."
But it seemed a long way off. And how much might be between.
We were both silent.
"That is heavy, for me," said Thorold at last. "Little Daisy,
you do not know how heavy!"
He was caressing my hair, smoothing and stroking it as he
spoke. I looked up, and his eyes flashed fire instantly.
"Say that in words!" he exclaimed, taking me in his arms. "Say
it, Daisy! say it. It will be worth so much to me."
But my lips had hardly a chance to speak.
"Say what?"
"Daisy, you _have_ said it. Put it in words, that is all.
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