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ble! I knew that it was selfish in me, and very conceited, to suppose you would give up your whole life for me; and whenever I thought of that, I determined not to ask you. But I tried not to think of that." "Well, don't you see? But if I could have answered you as you wish, it wouldn't have been anything to give up everything for you. A woman isn't something else first, and a woman afterwards. I understand how unselfishly you meant, and indeed, indeed, I thank you. But don't let's talk of it any more. It couldn't have been, and there is nothing but misery in thinking of it. Come," she said, with a struggle for cheerfulness, "let us forget it. Let it be just as if you hadn't spoken to me; I know you did n't intend to do it; and let us go on as if nothing had happened." "Oh, we can't go on," he answered. "I shall get away, as soon as Maynard comes, and rid you of the sight of me." "Are you going away?" she softly asked. "Why need you? I know that people always seem to think they can't be friends after--such a thing as this. But why shouldn't we? I respect you, and I like you very much. You have shown me more regard and more kindness than any other friend"-- "But I wasn't your friend," he interrupted. "I loved you." "Well," she sighed, in gentle perplexity, "then you can't be my friend?" "Never. But I shall always love you. If it would do any good, I would stay, as you ask it. I should n't mind myself. But I should be a nuisance to you." "No, no!" she exclaimed. "I will take the risk of that. I need your advice, your--sympathy, your--You won't trouble me, indeed you won't. Perhaps you have mistaken your--feeling about me. It's such a very little time since we met," she pleaded. "That makes no difference,--the time. And I'm not mistaken." "Well, stay at least till Mrs. Maynard is well, and we can all go away together. Promise me that!" She instinctively put out her hand toward him in entreaty. He took it, and pressing it to his lips covered it with kisses. "Oh!" she grieved in reproachful surprise. "There!" he cried. "You see that I must go!" "Yes," she sighed in assent, "you must go." They did not look at each other again, but remained in a lamentable silence while the boat pushed swiftly before the freshening breeze; and when they reached the place where the dory lay, he dropped the sail and threw out the anchor without a word. He was haggard to the glance she stole at him, when they had tak
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