How can I say good-by? You can't dream how dear you have become to
me. Please, one kiss before we separate."
Yielding to an impulse then not understood, she put her arm swiftly
about his neck, kissed him, and turned so rapidly toward her home
that Chunk could scarcely keep pace with her.
They reached the ladder unobserved, and from the roof of the
extension the way to Miss Lou's room was easy. Chunk went to a point
from which he could watch the girl enter her apartment. Putting the
ladder back into the garden, he rejoined Scoville, and together they
made their way in the direction of the retiring Union column.
Scoville never wearied in questioning his attendant about every
detail of Miss Lou's action, while conjectures as to her experiences
often robbed him of sleep. Never was a man more completely won and
held in love's sweet thraldom.
On regaining her room, Miss Lou hastily threw off her cousin's
clothes and resumed her own apparel. Then she softly and cautiously
opened her door. With the exception of sounds in the lower hall, all
was still, and she slipped out in her stocking-feet, replaced the
uniform on the chairs, stole back and bolted her door.
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