"You are always to remember this," he said, "that no matter what
happens, I am yours, yours--always, till the end of time."
Instinctively she felt that this Derry was in some way different from
the Derry she had left the day before. There was a hint of
masterfulness, a touch of decision.
"Will you remember?" he repeated, hands tight on her shoulders.
"Yes," she said, simply.
He bent and kissed her. "Then nothing else will matter." He placed a
big chair for her in front of the fire, and drew another up in front of
it. Bending forward, he took her hands. "I am glad I found you alone.
What luck it was to find you alone!"
He tried then to tell her what he had come to tell. Yet, after all
there was much that he left unsaid. How could he speak to her of the
things he had seen in his father's shadowed house? How fill that
delicate mind with a knowledge of that which seemed even to his greater
sophistication unspeakable?
So she wondered over several matters. "How can he want to marry Hilda?
I can't imagine any man wanting Hilda."
"She is handsome in a big fine way."
"But she is not big and fine.
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