Edna's Sacrifice and Other Stories by Frances Henshaw Baden
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"I raised my eyes inquiringly to his. In those beautiful, earnest eyes I saw something that made me profoundly happy. I could not speak. After a moment he added: "'She is a beautiful, winning child, and I enjoy her company. But when with her, I feel as if it was my duty to devote myself entirely to her--in a word, to take care of her, or, I should say, to care for _her_ only. And this afternoon, of all others, I do not feel like having Lilly with us.' "That afternoon was one of the happiest of my life. Although not a word of love passed his lips. I knew it filled his heart, and was for me. He told me of his home, his relatives, his past life. Of his mother he said: "'When you know her, you will love her dearly.' "He seemed to be sure that I should know her. And then--ah, well, I thought so too, then. "Lilly was waiting for us when we returned. He chided her for being out so late. It was quite dark. Tears filled her eyes as she raised them to his and said: "'Don't be angry. I could not help watching. Oh, why did you stay _so_ long? I thought you would never come back. I was afraid something had happened--that the horse had run away, or--' "'Angry I could not be with you, little one. But I don't want you to |
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