Now that's a fact. I've never spent five minutes with her
alone since; I haven't even seen her since, until this morning. Now
that's the honest truth. I know it was scampish; but I never pretended
to be good. It is nothing for you to make a fuss about, because,
whatever I am--and it isn't much one way or another--I am all yours,
straight as a die, Christine. I suppose, if we lived together fifty
years, I'd probably kiss fifty women--once a year isn't a high average;
but those kisses wouldn't mean anything; and you, you, my girl"--he bent
his head down to her "why, you mean everything to me, and I wouldn't give
one kiss of yours for a hundred thousand of any other woman's in the
world! What you've done for me, and what you'd do for me--"
There was a strange pathos in his voice, an uncommon thing, because his
usual eloquence was, as a rule, more pleasing than touching. A quick
change of feeling passed over her, and her eyes filled with tears. He
ran his arm round her shoulder.
"Ah, come, come!" he said, with a touch of insinuating brogue, and
kissed her. "Come, it's all right. I didn't mean anything, and she
didn't mean anything; and let's start fresh again.
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