Daisy in the Field by Elizabeth Wetherell
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asked me, what Daisy had to say to him? The tone, tender and
happy, was as much as I could bear; more than I could answer. He led me a little way, arranged a seat for me on a green bank, and threw himself down by my side. But that was very inconvenient, for he could look up right into my face. "Business, Daisy?" he said gayly and tenderly at once. The tone seemed to .touch the colour in my cheeks and the droop of my eyes. "Yes," I said. "It is business." "Well, what, love?" "Christian," said I, putting my hand in his, "you know papa and mamma do not know of this." "They shall know, as soon as I can write to them," he answered. "I understand - you do not wish that, Daisy; but see - I cannot leave it unsaid, as long as your thought would leave it. Till they know, I have only half a right to you. I cannot live so." "You must," I whispered, - "till this war is over." "What then?" said he quickly. "How will that help the matter?" "Then they may see you for themselves. A letter would not do." "If you please, how do you expect I am to live till then?" he |
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