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I
folded
her
still
closer
in
my
arms
.
"
Did
I
not
say
you
would
change
,
Sibyl
?
"
I
whispered
--
"
Your
coldness
and
insensibility
to
love
was
unnatural
and
could
not
last
--
my
darling
,
I
always
knew
that
!
"
"
You
always
knew
!
"
she
echoed
a
little
disdainfully
--
"
Ah
,
but
you
do
not
know
even
now
what
has
chanced
to
me
.
Nor
shall
I
tell
you
--
yet
.
Oh
Geoffrey
!
--
"
Here
she
drew
herself
out
of
my
embrace
,
and
stooping
,
gathered
some
bluebells
in
the
grass
--
"
See
these
little
flowers
growing
so
purely
and
peacefully
in
the
shade
by
the
Avon
!
--
they
remind
me
of
what
I
was
,
here
in
this
very
place
,
long
ago
.
I
was
quite
as
happy
,
and
I
think
as
innocent
as
these
blossoms
;
I
had
no
thought
of
evil
in
my
nature
--
and
the
only
love
I
dreamed
of
was
the
love
of
the
fairy
prince
for
the
fairy
princess
--
as
harmless
an
idea
as
the
loves
of
the
flowers
themselves
.
Yes
!
--
I
was
then
all
I
should
like
to
be
now
--
all
that
I
am
not
!
"
"
You
are
everything
that
is
beautiful
and
sweet
!
"
--
I
told
her
,
admiringly
,
as
I
watched
the
play
of
retrospective
and
tender
expression
on
her
perfect
face
.
"
So
you
judge
--
being
a
man
who
is
perfectly
satisfied
with
his
own
choice
of
a
wife
!
"
she
said
with
a
flash
of
her
old
cynicism
--
"
But
I
know
myself
better
than
you
know
me
.
You
call
me
beautiful
and
sweet
--
but
you
can
not
call
me
good
!
I
am
not
good
.
Why
,
the
very
love
that
now
consumes
me
is
--
--
"
"
What
?
"
I
asked
her
quickly
,
seizing
her
hands
with
the
blue-bells
in
them
,
and
gazing
searchingly
into
her
eyes
--
"
I
know
before
you
speak
,
that
it
is
the
passion
and
tenderness
of
a
true
woman
!
"
She
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
Then
she
smiled
,
with
a
bewitching
languor
.
"
If
you
know
,
then
I
need
not
tell
you
"
--
she
said
--
"
So
,
do
not
let
us
stay
here
any
longer
talking
nonsense
;
--
'
society
'
will
shake
its
head
over
us
and
accuse
us
of
'
bad
form
,
'
and
some
lady-paragraphist
will
write
to
the
papers
,
and
,
say
--
'
Mr
Tempest
's
conduct
as
a
host
left
much
to
be
desired
,
as
he
and
his
bride-elect
were
"
spooning
"
all
the
day
.
'
"
"
There
are
no
lady-paragraphists
here
,
"
--
I
said
laughing
,
and
encircling
her
dainty
waist
with
one
arm
as
I
walked
.
