The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. "Let me see him. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. She shuddered as his naked body pressed against her. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. I am afraid because I love you, so that the mere thought of failure hurts.
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