l or nothing with you, just as it is
with me. But for that we could have stood together. I'm sorry, Martin;
I like you, you know."
For the life of me I had never been able to help liking him.
"But likings mustn't interfere with duty," he went on, smiling. "What
claim have you at my hands?"
"Decent burial, I suppose," I answered.
He got up and paced the room for a moment or two. I waited with some
anxiety, for life is worth something to a young man, even when things
look blackest, and I never was a hero.
"I make you this offer," he said at last. "Your boat lies there,
ready. Get into her and go, otherwise--"
"I see," said I. "And you will marry her?"
"Yes," he said.
"Against her will?"
He looked at me with something like pity.
"Who can tell what a woman's will will be in a week? In less than that
she will marry me cheerfully. I hope you may grieve as short a time as
she will."
In my inmost heart I knew it was true. I had staked everything, not
for a woman's love, but for the whim of a girl! For a moment it was
too hard for me, and I bowed my head on the table by me and hid my
face.
Then he came and put his hand on mine, and said:
"Yes, Martin; young and old, we are all alike. They're not worth
quarreling for. But Nature's too strong."
"May I see her before I go?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Alone?"
"Yes," he said once more. "Go now--if she can see you."
I went up and cautiously opened the door. The signorina was lying on
the bed, with a shawl over her. She seemed to be asleep. I bent over
her and kissed her. She opened her eyes, and said, in a weary voice:
"Is it you, Jack?"
"Yes, my darling," said I. "I am going. I must go or die; and whether
I go or die, I must be alone."
She was strangely quiet--even apathetic. As I knelt down by her she
raised herself, and took my face between her hands and kissed me--not
passionately, but tenderly.
"My poor Jack!" she said; "it was no use, dear. It is no use to fight
against him."
Here was her strange subjection to that influence again.
"You love me?" I cried, in my pain.
"Yes," she said, "but I am very tired; and he will be good to me."
Without another word I went from her, with the bitter knowledge that
my great grief found but a pale reflection in her heart.
"I am ready to go," I said to the President.
"Come, then," he replied. "Here, take these, you may want them," and
he thrust a bundle of notes into my hand (some
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