The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 30, April, 1860 by Various
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vexation and strife that have clouded my life, and fill it with your
own dear presence. You come between me and my future, because, in looking forward, I see only you. I should have known better. There is a gulf between us; but if I could make you happy"-- "I don't want you to make me happy. I know there is a gulf between us. I saw it while you were gone. I measured it and fathomed it. I shall not leap across. Stay you on your side quietly; I shall stay as quietly on mine." "It is too late for that, Ivy,--too late now. But you are not to blame, my child. Little sunbeam that you are, I will not cloud you. Go shine upon other lives as you have shone upon mine! light up other hearths as you have mine! and I will bless you forever, though mine be left desolate." He turned away with an expression on his face that Ivy could not read. Her passion was gone. She hesitated a moment, then went to his side and laid her hand softly on his arm. There was a strange moistened gleam in his eyes as he turned them upon her. "Mr. Clerron, I do not understand you." "My dear, you never can understand me." "I know it," said Ivy, with her old humility; "but, at least, I might understand whether I have vexed you." "You have not vexed me." |
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