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red, looking at him shyly, through lowered lids. "There is a choice. But it rests with you. Mr. West, if you want me to do this thing--if you really want me to, and it's a big thing to do, even for you--I'll do it. There! I'll do it! I'll go on living like a chopped worm for your sake. But--but--you'll have to do something for me in return. Now I wonder if you can guess what I'm hinting at?" West's face changed. The eagerness went out of it. Something of his habitual grimness of expression returned. Yet his voice was full of tenderness when he spoke. "Cynthia," he said very earnestly, "there is nothing on this earth that I will not do for you. But don't ask me to be the means of ruining you socially, of depriving you of all your friends, of degrading you to a position that would break your heart." A glimmer of amusement flashed across Cynthia's drawn face. "Oh!" she said, a little quiver in her voice. "You are funny, you men, dull as moles and blind as bats. My dear, there's only one person in this little universe who has the power to break my heart, and it isn't any fault of his that he didn't do it long ago. No, don't speak. There's nothing left for you to say. The petition is dismissed, but not the petitioner; so listen to me instead. I've a sentimental fancy to be able to have 'Mrs. Nat V. West' written on my tombstone in the event of my demise to-morrow. I want you to make arrangements for the same." "Cynthia!" The word was almost a cry, but she checked it, her fingers on his lips. "You great big silly!" she murmured, laughing weakly. "Where's your sense of humour? Can't you see I'm not going to die? But I'm going to be Mrs. Nat V. West all the same. Now, is that quite understood, I wonder? Because I don't want to cry any more--I'm tired." "You wish to marry me in the morning--before the operation?" West said, speaking almost under his breath. His face was close to hers. She looked him suddenly straight in the eyes. "Yes, just that," she told him softly. "I want--dear--I want to go to sleep, holding my husband's hand." XI "It's a clear case of desertion," declared Cynthia imperturbably, two months later. "But never mind that now, Jack. How do you like my sling? Isn't it just the cutest thing in creation?" "You look splendid," Babbacombe said with warmth, but he surveyed her with slightly raised brows notwithstanding. She nodded brightly in response. "No, I'm not worrying
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