Her kindness! Kind as a stone.
But it wasn't Ned's fault. He couldn't help himself. If he could have left
me alone! If he could only have gone away!
I suppose he tried to control himself, but his eyes glowed when he looked
on me; and I, thinking I knew what love was, because I was affianced, did
not see--did not know what the wild joy meant that his look woke in my
heart.
To keep faith with John and Milly, should I have shunned him? But there
was nothing to warn me; he never spoke of love; I never thought of it. If
he had spoken earlier, I might have known what to do. It might have been
the danger signal. Why could he not have kept away? Why did he not speak a
word of love until it was too late--until--ah, I was so happy!
But he does love me. There's truer speech than that of words, and his
lips--that kissed me, but said he did not love--have told two stories. I
know which to believe!
And Milly knows. She is too wise to contend with Me.
I shall never know what brought Ned to the house--three weeks ago, but I
haven't dared to write of it--I shall never know what happened before I
saw him.
I ran into the library with a song bubbling to my lips--for I was thinking
of him--and the gladness of it was in my eyes when I found him there.
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