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"No. I will hide no longer. I am sick of hiding."
"Go on. What is your plan? Am I to pretend to be some one else's
widow?"
"We will go to America. There are heaps of places in the States where
no English people ever go---neither tourists nor settlers--places where
they have certainly never heard of us. We will find some quiet village,
buy a small farm, and settle among the people. I know something about
farming. We need not trouble to make the thing pay. And we will go back
to mankind again. Perhaps, Iris--when we have gone back to the
world--you will--" he hesitated--"you will be able to forgive me, and
to regard me again with your old thoughts. It was done for your sake."
"It was not done for my sake. Do not repeat that falsehood. The old
thoughts will never come back, Harry. They are dead and gone. I have
ceased to respect you or myself. Love cannot survive the loss of
self-respect. Who am I that I should give love to anybody? Who are you
that you should expect love?"
"Will you go with me to America--love or no love? I cannot stay here--I
will not stay here."
"I will go with you wherever you please. I should like not to run
risks. There are still people whom it would pain to see Iris Henley
tried and found guilty with two others on a charge of fraudulent
conspiracy.
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