"Let me go, Lancy," was the startled cry. "It is time I was home."
"I will take you home presently, Dexie; I want to talk to you a few minutes
first," and catching her hands in his he held her close.
"But I do not want to be held here! Oh, Lancy! let go my hands. I must go
home."
"Be quiet and listen to me a minute, Dexie; only a minute. I want to tell
you that, when I left you both in the sleigh last night, I felt far worse
about leaving you than my own sister. Do you know why, Dexie?"
"I don't want to know, Lancy. I don't want to hear another word."
"You can't get away from me, Dexie; so don't try. I want to tell you," he
added, in a lower tone, "that before last night I never knew why it was
that I liked to spend all the time I could with you. I thought it was on
account of our music, but as I walked through the storm last night the
truth came to me. I love you, Dexie, and that is why my heart kept me up
till I found help. I was almost wild with fear that something would happen
to you before I could get you safely sheltered. Yes, darling, I love you;
and the thought has made me feel so light of heart that I could sing all
the time for very joy.
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