After London - Or, Wild England by Richard Jefferies
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"I could not help myself."
"Not help yourself! Do you think I believe that?" "Felix, dear. I tell you I could not help myself; I could not, indeed. You do not know all--" "No, probably not. I do not know the terms of the marriage contract." "Felix, there is no such thing. Why, what has come to you? How pale you look! Sit down!" for he had risen. "I cannot, Aurora, dear; I cannot! Oh, what shall I do? I love you so!" CHAPTER XI AURORA Felix fell on the seat beside her, burying his face in the folds of her dress; he sobbed, not with tears, but choking passion. She held him to her heart as if he had been a child, stroking his hair and kissing it, whispering to him, assuring him that her love was his, that she was unchanged. She told him that it was not her fault. A little while before the feast the Baron had suddenly broken out into a fit of temper, such as she had never seen him indulge in previously; the cause was pressure put upon him by his creditors. Unpleasant truths had escaped him; |
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