Each one would be
like an argument."
"Arguments that should prove that you ought to let the dead past
bury its dead, and live in the richer present," he said, earnestly.
"The richer present!" she repeated slowly, and her face grew almost
stern in its reproach.
"Forgive me--in the present you so enrich, then," he said, eagerly.
Again she averted her face, and he saw that for some reason she
wished to avoid his eyes.
"I am too weak and unnerved to do more than say good-night again,"
she said, trying to smile. "You are fast learning that if you
would be my friend you must be a patient and generous one."
"Thank heaven I came to the Lake House!" ejaculated the artist as
he strolled out into the star-light. Thank heaven for this mingling
mystery and crystal purity. It does me good to trust her. There
is a deep and abiding joy in the very generosity she inspires. I
am learning the spell under which Emily Musgrave came. But how
strange it all is! She expected some one to-night, whom she would
have welcomed as she never will me. "The only rival I have to fear
may not be dead, as I supposed, and yet my perverse heart is more
full of pity for her than jealousy.
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