Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - Volume 12, No. 29, August, 1873 by Various
page 74 of 267 (27%)
page 74 of 267 (27%)
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Like a flash of lightning all the possibilities of our marriage before many days--arranging it with Mrs. Sloman, and satisfying my partners, who would expect me to travel fast and work hard in the short time they had allotted for the journey,--all came surging and throbbing through my brain, while my first answer was not given in words. When I had persuaded Bessie to look at me and to answer me in turn, I hoped we should be able to talk about it with the calm judgment it needed. "To leave my wife--my wife!"--how I lingered on the word!--"in some poky lodgings in London, while I am spending my day among dusty boxes and files of deeds in a dark old office, isn't just my ideal of our wedding-journey; but, Bessie, if _you_ wish it so--" What was there in my tone that jarred her? I had meant to be magnanimous, to think of her comfort alone, of the hurry and business of such a journey--tried to shut myself out and think only of her in the picture. But I failed, of course, and went on stupidly, answering the quick look of question in her eyes: "If you prefer it--that is, you know, I must think of you and not of myself." Still the keen questioning glance. What new look was this in her eyes, what dawning thought? "No," she answered after a pause, slowly withdrawing her hand from mine, "think of yourself." I had expected that she would overwhelm me in her girlish way with |
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