"I do not want to let you go from my arms for a minute, darling. I have
been longing for this hour for so long that I am afraid I shall find it all
a dream if I once let you go. Will you come back to me if all is
right--back to my arms, I mean?"
"Perhaps--yes, then," and she stepped softly into her father's room.
But it needed only a few minutes to assure her that he was sleeping soundly
and peacefully, so she returned to her waiting lover.
"Not beside me, but here, where you promised!" and he held out his arms as
she endeavored to take a seat on the sofa beside him. "I wonder how long it
will be before you will make my heart glad by coming to my arms of your own
accord. It is hard to believe that this is the same little girl that used
to send me home with such an aching heart that I walked the floor for
hours, instead of going to bed."
"Oh, Guy! I am so sorry. I never thought you cared for me like that," she
whispered, as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I wish I could tell you how much I _do_ care, my own darling! but words
give so little expression to one's feelings; yet I am longing to hear just
three little words from you.
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