Book II
31. Chapter XXXI.
(continued)
Instead of answering she murmured: "I promised
Granny to stay with her because it seemed to me that
here I should be safer."
"From me?"
She bent her head slightly, without looking at him.
"Safer from loving me?"
Her profile did not stir, but he saw a tear overflow
on her lashes and hang in a mesh of her veil.
"Safer from doing irreparable harm. Don't let us be
like all the others!" she protested.
"What others? I don't profess to be different from
my kind. I'm consumed by the same wants and the
same longings."
She glanced at him with a kind of terror, and he saw
a faint colour steal into her cheeks.
"Shall I--once come to you; and then go home?" she
suddenly hazarded in a low clear voice.
The blood rushed to the young man's forehead.
"Dearest!" he said, without moving. It seemed as if he
held his heart in his hands, like a full cup that the least
motion might overbrim.
Then her last phrase struck his ear and his face
clouded. "Go home? What do you mean by going
home?"
"Home to my husband."
"And you expect me to say yes to that?"
She raised her troubled eyes to his. "What else is
there? I can't stay here and lie to the people who've
been good to me."
"But that's the very reason why I ask you to come
away!"
"And destroy their lives, when they've helped me to
remake mine?"
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