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There
's
nothing
to
keep
us
here
.
"
"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
nothing
--
except
honor
.
"
She
looked
at
him
with
baffled
longing
and
saw
,
as
if
for
the
first
time
,
how
the
crescents
of
his
lashes
were
the
thick
rich
gold
of
ripe
wheat
,
how
proudly
his
head
sat
upon
his
bared
neck
and
how
the
look
of
race
and
dignity
persisted
in
his
slim
erect
body
,
even
through
its
grotesque
rags
.
Her
eyes
met
his
,
hers
naked
with
pleading
,
his
remote
as
mountain
lakes
under
gray
skies
.
She
saw
in
them
defeat
of
her
wild
dream
,
her
mad
desires
.
Heartbreak
and
weariness
sweeping
over
her
,
she
dropped
her
head
in
her
hands
and
cried
.
He
had
never
seen
her
cry
.
He
had
never
thought
that
women
of
her
strong
mettle
had
tears
,
and
a
flood
of
tenderness
and
remorse
swept
him
.
He
came
to
her
swiftly
and
in
a
moment
had
her
in
his
arms
,
cradling
her
comfortingly
,
pressing
her
black
head
to
his
heart
,
whispering
:
"
Dear
!
My
brave
dear
--
do
n't
!
You
must
n't
cry
!
"
At
his
touch
,
he
felt
her
change
within
his
grip
and
there
was
madness
and
magic
in
the
slim
body
he
held
and
a
hot
soft
glow
in
the
green
eyes
which
looked
up
at
him
.
Of
a
sudden
,
it
was
no
longer
bleak
winter
.
For
Ashley
,
spring
was
back
again
,
that
half-forgotten
balmy
spring
of
green
rustlings
and
murmurings
,
a
spring
of
ease
and
indolence
,
careless
days
when
the
desires
of
youth
were
warm
in
his
body
.
The
bitter
years
since
then
fell
away
and
he
saw
that
the
lips
turned
up
to
his
were
red
and
trembling
and
he
kissed
her
.
There
was
a
curious
low
roaring
sound
in
her
ears
as
of
sea
shells
held
against
them
and
through
the
sound
she
dimly
heard
the
swift
thudding
of
her
heart
.
Her
body
seemed
to
melt
into
his
and
,
for
a
timeless
time
,
they
stood
fused
together
as
his
lips
took
hers
hungrily
as
if
he
could
never
have
enough
.
When
he
suddenly
released
her
she
felt
that
she
could
not
stand
alone
and
gripped
the
fence
for
support
.
She
raised
eyes
blazing
with
love
and
triumph
to
him
.
"
You
do
love
me
!
You
do
love
me
!
Say
it
--
say
it
!
"
His
hands
still
rested
on
her
shoulders
and
she
felt
them
tremble
and
loved
their
trembling
.
She
leaned
toward
him
ardently
but
he
held
her
away
from
him
,
looking
at
her
with
eyes
from
which
all
remoteness
had
fled
,
eyes
tormented
with
struggle
and
despair
.
