The Gold-Stealers - A Story of Waddy by Edward Dyson
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no longer struggled, but clung to him with trembling fingers.
'I did not think you loved me like that, dear,' she said softly. 'I worship you! And you, my wife, my sweet wife?' She slid her arms about his neck and drew his face to hers. They stood in the centre of an open plain above which the yellow sun hung gleaming like a ball of gold; there was silence everywhere: Harry's horse stood still with his nose to the ground, at a distance Summers' buggy dipped slowly down into the bend of an old watercourse, and far off in the dim simmering background there was a hazy suggestion of trees. The solitude was complete. 'Then you won't go, Chris?' he said. 'Yes,' she answered, smiling into his face, 'but not for ever.' He drew her closer at the suggestion. 'But why must you go? Why should we part?' 'Please, please, dear, for a time. I--I want to be away for a little while, till I can bear it better--you know what I mean. Ah!' she cried with sudden warmth, 'I thought was going to be strong and brave and bear it all alone; but I was only a girl, not a heroine--my heart was crying out against it by day and night.' 'We'll be very happy, Chris, in spite of those silly terrors. 'Twas Mrs. |
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