The blessed damosel poked her beautiful head again into the night.
"It's all right. I thought I heard a sound. We must be careful."
"Oh, Margaret, I was tortured--racked. I had to come to you. Tell me I
was wrong in thinking--"
"Oh, Bill, Bill, I--"
This girl was well-nigh in a swoon of delicious excitement. Emotion
took her and must be gulped ere she found voice. She stretched her
arms down towards him.
"Oh, Bill, I thought so, too."
A steely pang struck at his heart. "You thought you didn't love me
after all?"
"No, no, no."
Emotion dragged her from the window to her waist. Her long hair
cascaded down to him so that the delicious tips, kissing his face,
might by his lips be kissed.
"No, no," she breathed; "I thought the same of you. I thought you
might have found--"
"Yes?"
"Hush!"
"Damn!" said Bill.
She reappeared; again her tresses trickled to him. "It's all right. I
thought you might have found you didn't love me after all. Dearest,
not hearing from you--"
In sympathy of spirit Bill groaned: "What could I do?"
She clasped her hands in a delicious ecstasy. "I know, I know. But you
know how foolish I am. I felt--oh, Bill, forgive me!--I felt that, if
you had really cared, a way of sending me a message might have been
found. Of course, it was impossible.
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