"We might as well have this out, Danny." An arm on the back of the
buggy, Selwyn looked at me, and in his eyes was that which made me
understand he was right. We might as well have it out. "For three
years you have refused to marry me, and now you say you are more
alone than I. We've been beating the air, been evading something;
refusing to face the thing that is keeping us apart. What is it?
You know my love for you. But yours for me-- You have never told me
that you loved me. Look at me, Danny." He turned my face toward
him. "Tell me. Is it because you do not love me that you will not
marry me?"
"No." A bird on a bough ahead of us piped to another across the
road, and as mate to mate was answered. "It is not because I do not
love you--Selwyn. I do--love you." The crushing of my hands hurt,
but he said nothing. "I shall never marry unless I marry you--but I
am not sure--we should be happy."
"Why not? Is there anything that man could do I would not do to make
you happy? All that I am or may be, all that I have to give--and of
love I have much--is for you.
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