Why don’t you
wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe
you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her
voice was flat and faint. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she
had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. A neighbor
stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and
cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. "Oh, Rollo, there are so many things I don't know! But you love me, don't you?"
Rollo wagged his stump violently and tried to lick her face. mm. She let out a delighted laugh. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor
man!
She felt very restless and excited. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. “Yes. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan. It's a mighty quare 'un, though.
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