I'd like to buy it, but I know it's
not for sale. Love and money couldn't buy it--isn't that so?"
Then had--come days in his own home, still with bandaged eyes, but with
the bandages removed for increasing hours every day; yet no one at all in
the town knowing the truth except the Mayor, Halliday the lawyer, and one
or two others who kept the faith until Ingolby gave them the word to
speak. Then had come the Mayor's visit to Montreal, the great meeting,
the fire at Manitou, and now Ingolby on the way to his tryst with Fleda.
They had met twice only since he had left Gabriel Druse's house, and on
the last occasion they had looked each other full in the eyes, and
Ingolby had said to her in the moment they had had alone:
"I'm going to get back, but I can't do it without you."
To this her reply had been, "I hope it's not so bad as that," and she had
looked provokingly in his eyes. Now she knew beyond peradventure that he
cared for her, and she was almost provoked at herself that when he was in
such danger of losing his sight for ever she had caught his head to her
breast in the passion of the moment. Many a time when he had been asleep,
with gentle fingers she had caressed his hands, his head, his face; but
that did not count, because he did not know.
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