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But
she
did
not
know
what
he
meant
,
she
did
not
know
where
he
was
.
In
his
silence
he
seemed
lost
to
her
.
’
You
love
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
she
murmured
.
’
Ay
,
tha
knows
!
’
he
said
.
’
But
tell
me
!
’
she
pleaded
.
’
Ay
!
Ay
!
’
asn
’
t
ter
felt
it
?
’
he
said
dimly
,
but
softly
and
surely
.
And
she
clung
close
to
him
,
closer
.
He
was
so
much
more
peaceful
in
love
than
she
was
,
and
she
wanted
him
to
reassure
her
.
’
You
do
love
me
!
’
she
whispered
,
assertive
.
And
his
hands
stroked
her
softly
,
as
if
she
were
a
flower
,
without
the
quiver
of
desire
,
but
with
delicate
nearness
.
And
still
there
haunted
her
a
restless
necessity
to
get
a
grip
on
love
.
’
Say
you
’
ll
always
love
me
!
’
she
pleaded
.
’
Ay
!
’
he
said
,
abstractedly
.
And
she
felt
her
questions
driving
him
away
from
her
.
’
Mustn
’
t
we
get
up
?
’
he
said
at
last
.
