Together by Robert Herrick
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back into his deep sleep; taking his hand from her arm. With a little cry
she fell on him and kissed him, asking his forgiveness for the mistake between them. She put her head close to his, her lips to his lips; for she was his and yet not his,--a strange division separating them, a cleavage between their bodies and their souls. "Why did we not know?" something whispered within. But she answered herself more calmly,--"It will all come right in the end--it must come right--for his sake!" CHAPTER V When young John Lane first came to St. Louis to work as a clerk in the traffic department of the Atlantic and Pacific, he had called on Colonel Price at his office, a dingy little room in the corner of the second story of the old brick building which had housed the wholesale hardware business of Parrott and Price for a generation. The old merchant had received the young man with the pleasant kindliness that kept his three hundred employees always devoted to him. "I knew your father, sir!" he said, half-closing his eyes and leaning back in his padded old office chair. "Let me see--it was in sixty-two in camp before Vicksburg. I went to consult him about a boil on my leg. It was a bad boil,--it hurt me.... Your father was a fine man--What are you doing in St. Louis?" he concluded abruptly, looking out of his shrewd blue eyes at the fresh-colored young man whose strong hands gripped squarely the arms of |
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