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“
Then
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
.
”
“
Shall
I
say
it
for
you
?
”
She
hesitated
a
long
minute
,
then
:
“
You
mightn
’
t
say
it
right
,
”
she
replied
.
“
Trust
me
for
that
.
Shall
I
say
it
for
you
,
Hilma
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
ll
say
.
”
“
I
’
ll
say
what
you
are
thinking
of
.
Shall
I
say
it
?
”
There
was
a
very
long
pause
.
A
goldfish
rose
to
the
surface
of
the
little
pond
,
with
a
sharp
,
rippling
sound
.
The
fog
drifted
overhead
.
There
was
nobody
about
.
“
No
,
”
said
Hilma
,
at
length
.
“
I
—
I
—
I
can
say
it
for
myself
.
I
—
”
All
at
once
she
turned
to
him
and
put
her
arms
around
his
neck
.
“
Oh
,
DO
you
love
me
?
”
she
cried
.
“
Is
it
really
true
?
Do
you
mean
every
word
of
it
?
And
you
are
sorry
and
you
WILL
be
good
to
me
if
I
will
be
your
wife
?
You
will
be
my
dear
,
dear
husband
?
”
The
tears
sprang
to
Annixter
’
s
eyes
.
He
took
her
in
his
arms
and
held
her
there
for
a
moment
.
Never
in
his
life
had
he
felt
so
unworthy
,
so
undeserving
of
this
clean
,
pure
girl
who
forgave
him
and
trusted
his
spoken
word
and
believed
him
to
be
the
good
man
he
could
only
wish
to
be
.
She
was
so
far
above
him
,
so
exalted
,
so
noble
that
he
should
have
bowed
his
forehead
to
her
feet
,
and
instead
,
she
took
him
in
her
arms
,
believing
him
to
be
good
,
to
be
her
equal
.
He
could
think
of
no
words
to
say
.
