The Vision of Desire by Margaret Pedler
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with a skill that was altogether baffling. Now, as usual, having said what
he wanted to say, he retreated behind a fence of raillery. "You know quite well I didn't mean that," she said indignantly. "What did you mean, then? That I'm not to make love to you?" "It isn't fair of you," she urged. "Not now--here." "No, I suppose it isn't," he acknowledged equably. "But I'm going to do it, all the same. Probably I'll never get you to myself again--alone on the top of the world. But I'll promise you one thing"--his voice deepened to a sudden gravity. "This is going to be the last time I make love to you. If you say 'no' to me now, I shall accept it, and it will be 'no' for always." Ann's heart beat a little more quickly. "Tony--" she began protestingly. "No. Hear me out. I know what's the matter. You don't trust me. You're afraid, if you marry me, that I'll let you down--as my father let my mother down. But I won't! I swear it." He stood still and, slipping his arm from under hers, took both her hands in his and held them tightly. "If you'll marry me, Ann, I promise you that I'll give up gambling--every form of it--from this day forth." "You couldn't!" she broke in hastily. "I could do anything--for you," he answered simply. "Because I love you." |
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