I'm too tired and sad for anything
conventional and appropriate. I'm just going to answer you like a
simple, honest girl. One of my chief reasons for sadness is that you
feel as you do. I see no reason for it. I'm glad you say I've given
you no encouragement, I know I have not. Why should you care so for
me when I do not and cannot respond at all? I do sincerely wish you
well, but it seems to me that it should be enough for a man when a
girl listens to such words as yours in weary sadness only."
"It may be hard indeed for a man to recognize this truth, Miss
Baron, but I am not speaking of the present--of the future rather.
There has been much to make you sad and weary. Your very youth and
high spirit will soon lead you to react from your present
depression. Let me speak of the future. Please let me fill that with
hope for you and for me."
"Oh, I don't know about the future. For some reason I dread even to
think of it."
At this instant Whately galloped to the piazza, threw the reins on
the neck of his horse as he dismounted, evidently not caring in his
perturbation where the animal wandered.
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