"I could not give my love up for--that is--I, myself; just as the dance
is--just as my soul is--but I could; yes, I know I could give up--my
happiness for her, if by so doing I could spare her one shadow. Her
glorious nature could reach where mine never could."
"Yours reaches to me, little girl."
"But hers--oh! my dear man, hers reaches to--the world. If you knew her
as I know her!"
But Margaret was whimsical and witchy as she came upon the two in the
small arbour by the lake.
"Folks," she said, "let us keep our nice little surprises to ourselves
for a while, like miserly creatures. My dear old daddy-boy is fretting
and fussing about me, 'dreading the issue,' as he told Doctor Ledyard,
and behold--I'm going to do exactly what my daddykins desires! And you,
Doctor Richard Travers, you are wanted by your lady mother. Here's a
telegram. The girl in the office always tells what is in a telegram, to
spare shock. And Cilla, my shining-headed chum, you and I are going to
scamper about a bit before we go home. I'd be a miserable defaulter,
indeed, if I did not give you your share of this experience.
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