Indeed, her heart sank with a deeper dread and
awe than he from the great change which he had faced so often as to
be familiar with its thought.
At last he seemed to waken to her presence and said compassionately,
"Poor little girl! so all your grief was about me. How pale you
are!"
"I do so wish you could go home," she breathed; "I am so very, VERY
sorry."
"Well, Miss Baron," he replied with dignity, "I'm no better than
thousands of others. I always knew this might happen any day. You
have learned why it is peculiarly hard for me--but that's not to be
thought of now. If I've got my marching orders, that's enough for a
soldier. It was scarcely right in Borden to give you this heavy
task. I could have faced the truth from his lips."
"He felt so dreadfully about it," she replied. "He said he had been
giving you false hopes in trying to make you get well."
"Oh, yes, he meant kindly. Well, if it hasn't been too much for you,
I'm glad you told me. Your sympathy, your face, will be a sweet
memory to carry, G--od only knows where.
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