Marie by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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"Because you are myself and more than myself. If anything happened to you, what would my life be to me?" "I don't quite understand, Allan," she replied, staring down at the floor. "Tell me, what do you mean?" "Mean, you silly girl," I said; "what can I mean, except that I love you, which I thought you knew long ago." "Oh!" she said; "_now_ I understand." Then she raised herself upon her knees, and held up her face to me to kiss, adding, "There, that's my answer, the first and perhaps the last. Thank you, Allan dear; I am glad to have heard that, for you see one or both of us may die soon." As she spoke the words, an assegai flashed through the window-place, passing just between our heads. So we gave over love-making and turned our attention to war. Now the light was beginning to grow, flowing out of the pearly eastern sky; but no attack had yet been delivered, although that one was imminent that spear fixed in the plaster of the wall behind us showed clearly. Perhaps the Kaffirs had been frightened by the galloping of horses through their line in the dark, not knowing how many of them there might have been. Or perhaps they were waiting to see better where to deliver their onset. These were the ideas that occurred to me, but both were wrong. They were staying their hands until the mist lifted a little from the hollow below the stead where the cattle kraals were situated, for while |
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