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They
walked
along
,
and
he
realized
slowly
how
much
she
had
told
him
...
never
in
love
...
She
seemed
suddenly
a
daughter
of
light
alone
.
His
entity
dropped
out
of
her
plane
and
he
longed
only
to
touch
her
dress
with
almost
the
realization
that
Joseph
must
have
had
of
Mary
's
eternal
significance
.
But
quite
mechanically
he
heard
himself
saying
:
"
And
I
love
you
--
any
latent
greatness
that
I
've
got
is
...
oh
,
I
ca
n't
talk
,
but
Clara
,
if
I
come
back
in
two
years
in
a
position
to
marry
you
--
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
'd
never
marry
again
.
I
've
got
my
two
children
and
I
want
myself
for
them
.
I
like
you
--
I
like
all
clever
men
,
you
more
than
any
--
but
you
know
me
well
enough
to
know
that
I
'd
never
marry
a
clever
man
--
"
She
broke
off
suddenly
.
"
Amory
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
You
're
not
in
love
with
me
.
You
never
wanted
to
marry
me
,
did
you
?
"
"
It
was
the
twilight
,
"
he
said
wonderingly
.
"
I
did
n't
feel
as
though
I
were
speaking
aloud
.
But
I
love
you
--
or
adore
you
--
or
worship
you
--
"
"
There
you
go
--
running
through
your
catalogue
of
emotions
in
five
seconds
.
"
He
smiled
unwillingly
.
