Come Rack! Come Rope! by Robert Hugh Benson
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"But I do not know why we are talking about Mr. Simpson," said the lad.
"There are other affairs more pressing." "I am not sure," said she. "Marjorie, my love, what are you thinking about?" She had turned her eyes and was looking out through the little window. Outside the red sunlight still lay on the crags and slopes beyond the deep valley beneath them, and her face was bright in the reflected brightness. Yet he thought he had never seen her look so serious. She turned her eyes back to him as he spoke. "I am thinking of a great many things," she said. "I am thinking of the Faith and of sorrow and of love." "My love, what do you mean?" Suddenly she made a swift movement towards him and took him by the lapels. He could see her face close beneath his, yet it was in shadow again, and he could make out of it no more than the shadows of mouth and eyes. "Robin," she said, "I cannot tell you unless God tells you Himself. I am told that I am too scrupulous sometimes.... I do not know what I think, nor what is right, nor what are fancies.... But ... but I know that I love you with all my heart ... and ... and that I cannot bear--" Then her face was on his breast in a passion of weeping, and his arms were round her, and his lips on her hair. |
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