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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Viviette"

"
She moved swiftly to Dick, and with her light touch swung him round to
face the room.
"I don't understand. Is it because you're going out into the wilds?
That doesn't matter. I told you I would go to Vancouver with you. I want
to go. My happiness is with you."
Dick groaned. "Don't make it harder for me."
"What are you keeping from me?" she asked. "Is it anything you don't
think fit for my ears? If so, speak. I'm no longer a child. Is there
another woman in the case?"
She met Austin's eyes full. He said: "No, thank God! Nothing of that
sort." And as her eyes did not waver, he made the bold stroke. "He finds
that he doesn't love you as much as he thought. There's the whole
tragedy in a few words."
She reeled back as if struck. "Dick doesn't love me?" Then the
announcement seemed so grotesque in its improbability that she began to
laugh, a trifle hysterically.
"Is this true?"
"It's quite true," said poor Dick.
"You see, my dear," said Austin, "what it costs him--what it costs us
both--to tell you this.


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