The Master of Appleby - A Novel Tale Concerning Itself in Part with the Great Struggle in the Two Carolinas; but Chiefly with the Adventures Therein of Two Gentlemen Who Loved One and the Same Lady by Francis Lynde
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I had not the heart to chide her.
"You could have done much less, dear lady," I said, taking her hands in mine; "much less, and still be blameless. You have done too much for me already. I would you had not done so much, I would to God I had been hanged before you went upon your knees to that--" She freed one hand and laid a finger on my lip--nay, it was her palm, and if I took a dying man's fair leave and kissed it softly, I think she knew it not. "Hush!" she commanded. "Is this a time to harbor bitter thoughts? I thought you might have other things to say to me, Monsieur John." "There is no other thing that I may say." "Not anything at all?" "Naught but a parting hope for you. I hope you will be true and loyal to yourself, Margery _mia_." "To myself? I do not understand." "I think you do--I think you must." "But I do not." I turned it over more than once in my mind if I should tell her all I had feared; should tell her how I came to kill a man and was fair set to kill another had I found a wedding afoot in the great fore-room. I could |
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