He
possessed the instinct that assured him she cared; it was for his sake
that she had braved the night and Farnham's displeasure. What, then,
was it that was holding them apart? What was the nature of this
barrier beyond all surmounting? The man in him rebelled at having so
spectral an adversary; he longed to fight it out in the open, to
grapple with flesh and blood. In spite of promise, his heart found
words of protest.
"Beth, please tell me what all this means," he pleaded simply, his
hands outstretched toward her. "Tell me, because I love you; tell me,
because I desire to help you. It is true we have not known each other
long; yet, surely, the time and opportunity have been sufficient for
each to learn much regarding the character of the other. You trust me,
you believe in my word; down in the secret depths of your heart you are
beginning to love me. I believe that, little girl; I believe that,
even while your lips deny its truth. It is the instinct of love which
teaches me, for I love you.
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