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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"Eben Holden, a tale of the north country"

You are
dearer than my life. It was the thought of you that made me brave
in battle. I wish I could be as brave here. But I demand your
surrender - I shall give you no quarter now.
'I wish I knew,' she said, 'whether - whether you really love me or
not?
'Don't you believe me, Hope?
'Yes, I believe you,' she said, 'but - but you might not know your
own heart.
'It longs for you,' I said, 'it keeps me thinking of you always. Once
it was so easy to be happy; since you have been away it has
seemed as if there were no longer any light in the world or any
pleasure. It has made me a slave. I did not know that love was such
a mighty thing.
'Love is no Cupid - he is a giant,' she said, her voice trembling with
emotion as mine had trembled. 'I tried to forget and he crushed me
under his feet as if to punish me.
She was near to crying now, but she shut her lips firmly and kept
back the tears. God grant me I may never forget the look in her
eyes that moment. She came closer to me. Our lips touched; my
arms held her tightly.


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