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I cannot take as
pay, or 'return,' as you express it, the reward that you are
meditating. I must not remember in after years that my efforts in
your behalf piled up such a burdensome sense of obligation that
there was but one escape from it."
She came to his side, and removing his hands from his face,
retained one of them as she said, gently, "Hobart, I am no longer
a shy girl. I have suffered too deeply, I have learned too
thoroughly how life may be robbed of happiness, and for a time,
almost of hope, not to see the folly of letting the years slip
away, unproductive of half what they might yield to you and me. I
understand you; you do not understand me, probably because your
ideal is too high. You employed an illustration in the narrowest
meaning. Is heaven given only as a reward? Is not every true gift
an expression of something back of the gift, more than the gift?"
"Helen!"
"Yes, Hobart, in my wish to make you happier I am not bent on
unredeemed self-sacrifice. You have been the most skilful of
wooers."
"And you are the divinest of mysteries.


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