” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. An old woman took her in.
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