Yes, Miss Vivian was walking home; and there was a companion by her
side feeling as if that dark, hard gravelled road were the pebbly
beach of Rockpier.
"When do you go to London?" she asked.
"To-morrow afternoon. Wish me well through, Lenore."
"Indeed I do."
"Say it again, Lenore! Give me the elixir that will give me power
to conquer everything."
"Don't say such exaggerated things."
"Do you think it is possible to me to exaggerate what a word from
you is to me?" said Frank, in a low voice of intense feeling.
"O Frank! it is wiser not to say such things."
"Wise! what is that to me? It is true, and you have known it--and
why will you not allow that you do, as in those happy old days--"
"That's what makes me fear. It would be so much better for you if
all this had never begun."
"It has begun, then!" murmured Frank, with joy and triumph in the
sound. "As long as you allow that, it is enough for me."
"I must! It is true; and truth must be somewhere!" was whispered in
a strange, low, resolute whisper.
"True! true that you can feel one particle of the intensity--Oh!
what words can I find to make you understand the glow and tenderness
the very thought of you has been!"
"Hush, hush!--pray, Frank.
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