Don't you think it would be fair to take away
the memory of your unkind words by telling me that you love me?"
"Dear Guy, you know I love you, or I would not be here! I have loved you
ever since papa was hurt, but I did not want you to know it. Will that
confession do?"
"I knew you cared for me, my darling! yet it is sweet to hear the admission
from your own lips. And to think how long we have misunderstood each other!
If I had only taken you in my arms that first night I was present when your
father was so ill, and made you own to what I felt was true, these unhappy
weeks might have been spared us; but it is something to have this joy in
the end, my own little wife."
Dexie gave a little start of surprise at this sweet epithet, and a rosy
blush spread over her face, at which Guy repeated lovingly:
"My own little wife! Is it not so, Dexie?"
"I had not thought of the future, so much has happened in such a short
time," she answered, in a low voice; "but I love you, Guy, and the future
shall be as you wish."
"I am glad you have no rings on to-night, Dexie," said Guy, as he took a
little parcel from his pocket.
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