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For the first time the girl became vaguely conscious of, the
possibility of an affection, a tie superseding all others; she
began to see how it was possible to give herself to this man, not
from an impulse of gratitude or because she liked him better than
any one else, but because of a feeling, new, mysterious, which
gave him a sort of divine right in her. Something in the
expression of his eyes had been more potent than his words;
something subtle, swift as an electric spark had passed from him
to her, awakening a faint, strange tumult in the heart she thought
so utterly crushed. A few moments before, she could have promised
resolutely to be his wife; she could have permitted his embrace
with unresponsive apathy. Now she felt a sudden shyness. A faint
color stole into her pale face, and she longed to be alone.
"Ralph," she faltered, "you are so generous, I--I don't know what
to say."
"You needn't say anything till I come back. If possible, I will be
here by Christmas, for you shouldn't be alone that day with your
grief.


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