Evan Harrington — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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did you not tell me before? I can hardly believe it now! Do you know,'
she hurried on, 'they think me cold and heartless,--am I? I must be, to have made you run such risk; but yet I'm sure I could not have survived you.' Dropping her voice, Rose quoted Ruth. As Evan listened, the words were like food from heaven poured into his spirit. 'To-morrow,' he kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell her all. Let her think well of me a few short hours.' But the passing minutes locked them closer; each had a new link--in a word, or a speechless breath, or a touch: and to break the marriage of their eyes there must be infinite baseness on one side, or on the other disloyalty to love. The moon was a silver ball, high up through the aspen-leaves. Evan kissed the hand of Rose, and led her back to the house. He had appeased his conscience by restraining his wild desire to kiss her lips. In the hall they parted. Rose whispered, 'Till death!' giving him her hands. CHAPTER XXIV THE COUNTESS MAKES HERSELF FELT |
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