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He
slipped
his
arm
about
her
waist
,
and
she
could
not
find
the
heart
to
draw
away
.
With
his
free
hand
he
seized
upon
her
fingers
.
A
breath
of
soft
spring
wind
went
bounding
over
the
road
,
rolling
some
brown
twigs
of
the
previous
autumn
before
it
.
The
horse
paced
leisurely
on
,
unguided
.
“
Tell
me
,
”
he
said
,
softly
,
“
that
you
love
me
.
”
Her
eyes
fell
consciously
.
“
Own
to
it
,
dear
,
”
he
said
,
feelingly
;
“
you
do
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
She
made
no
answer
,
but
he
felt
his
victory
.
“
Tell
me
,
”
he
said
,
richly
,
drawing
her
so
close
that
their
lips
were
near
together
.
He
pressed
her
hand
warmly
,
and
then
released
it
to
touch
her
cheek
.
“
You
do
?
”
he
said
,
pressing
his
lips
to
her
own
.
For
answer
,
her
lips
replied
.
“
Now
,
”
he
said
,
joyously
,
his
fine
eyes
ablaze
,
“
you
’
re
my
own
girl
,
aren
’
t
you
?
”
By
way
of
further
conclusion
,
her
head
lay
softly
upon
his
shoulder
.
