In a few moments she called: "Oh, Mr. Stanton, you have lost your
train."
"Not at all. I am going to Boston. There are your checks once
more, and here is your train and seat," he added, as he accompanied
her to it. Then he lifted his hat, and was about to depart, when
she said: "Since you are on the same train, perhaps you will venture
to take this seat near me. I never was curious about a gentleman's
business before; but it strikes me as a rather odd coincidence that
you are going to Boston to-day."
"A great many people go to Boston," he replied.
"It's for my sake you are taking this long journey, Mr. Stanton,"
she said, regretfully.
"Yes," he replied, in the same quiet, undemonstrative manner that
he had maintained towards her for some weeks past; "this journey
is for your sake, and for your sake I shall take a very different
journey through life from the one I had marked out for myself. I
know your sad story, Miss Burton. I expect nothing from you, I
hope for nothing, and I shall never ask anything, except a little
confidence on your part, so that I can render you an occasional
service. Never for a moment imagine that I am cherishing hopes
that I know well you cannot reward.
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