“You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the
moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to
college, have babies with John, watch her children have
children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. Still he looked hale and hearty,
and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. ‘I am not a murderer. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back
to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. God! I have cheated
myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized
—he lives!"
"As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has
my boundless gratitude, and devotion. Between his lectures—and primarily he was an itinerant lecturer—he
manoeuvred in vain to acquire some facts regarding the girl, who she was,
whence she had come; but always she countered with: "What is that?" Guileless
she might be; simple, never. You see, I’m selfish.
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