Isn't that the truth?'
'Partly. Do just as you wish, Jasper.'
'I'll go and see him, if you like.'
'I am so afraid-- No, writing will be better.'
'Very well. Then he shall have the letter to-morrow afternoon.'
'Don't let it come before the last post. I had so much rather
not. Manage it, if you can.'
'Very well. Now go and say good-night to the girls. It's a vile
night, and you must get home as soon as possible.'
She turned away, but again came towards him, murmuring:
'Just a word or two more.'
'About the letter?'
'No. You haven't said--'
He laughed.
'And you couldn't go away contentedly unless I repeated for the
hundredth time that I love you?'
Marian searched his countenance.
'Do you think it foolish? I live only on those words.'
'Well, they are better than pea-nuts.'
'Oh don't! I can't bear to--'
Jasper was unable to understand that such a jest sounded to her
like profanity. She hid her face against him, and whispered the
words that would have enraptured her had they but come from his
lips. The young man found it pleasant enough to be worshipped,
but he could not reply as she desired.
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