|SHORTLY after noon he was with her. He had left his rooms without touching a morsel of breakfast, and it was plain that such sleep as he had had could not have been of a soothing nature. He was pale and haggard; and she seemed surprised--not frightened, however, for her love was that which casteth out fear--at the way he came to her--with outstretched hands which caught her own, as he said, “My beloved--my beloved, I have a strange word for you--a strange proposal to make. Dearest, can you trust me? Will you marry me--to-morrow--to-day?” She scarcely gave a start. He was only conscious of her hands tightening upon his own. She kept her eyes fixed upon his. The silence was long. It was made…
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