‘Home?’ ‘To your family. I love you. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. As a matter of fact it isn’t their affair. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. She laid her hand upon his arm. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. Kneebone, Van Galgebrok, and Baptist Kettleby—all of whom greeted him cordially.
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