Lift up your face and say, 'Good-bye, Hugh.' Do,
Dexie."
Dexie stood irresolute a moment, then, giving him her hand, she lifted her
eyes, and said in a low tone:
"Good-bye, Hugh; I did not mean to be cool or indifferent, for you have
been kinder than I dared to expect."
Something in her tone and words swept Hugh's self-control to the winds, and
he clasped her to his heart.
"My darling! my darling! must I indeed say good-bye forever; it is like
parting with you at the grave," and his hot kisses touched cheek and brow.
"I cannot bear it, Dexie. Oh! if I could die now with you here in my arms;
my darling! my darling!"
A soft knock at the door, and a moment later Guy entered.
"Time is up, McNeil, if we want to catch the train." Then putting his arm
across Dexie's shoulders, as he noticed her pale face and quivering lips,
said:
"Has it been too much for you, dearest? It was the last time, you know."
"How could you, Guy! How _could_ you send him here to me alone!" came the
low, trembling words.
"It was no use, Traverse; the first kind word unmanned me, and made me
forget that you trusted me.
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