" As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. " "I'll not go," answered the other. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home.
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