Widdershins by Oliver [pseud.] Onions
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In a dull tone he asked her why. Again she looked straight before her as she replied: "I came to force your hand. Things couldn't go on as they have been going, you know; and now that's all over." "All over," he repeated stupidly. "All over. I want you now to consider yourself, as far as I'm concerned, perfectly free. I make only one reservation." He hardly had the spirit to ask her what that was. "If _I_ merely need _you_," she said, "please don't give that a thought; that's nothing; I shan't come near for that. But," she dropped her voice, "if _you're_ in need of _me_, Paul--I shall know if you are, _and you will be_--then I shall come at no matter what cost. You understand that?" He could only groan. "So that's understood," she concluded. "And I think that's all. Now go back. I should advise you to walk back, for you're shivering--good-bye--" She gave him a cold hand, and he descended. He turned on the edge of the kerb as the bus started again. For the first time in all the years he had known her she parted from him with no smile and no wave of her long arm. IX |
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