If it were so, there
should be no word of reproach. She would be quite quiet with him; but
there should be no word of reproach. But if----in that other case, she
could not be sure of her behaviour; but she knew well that he would not
have to ask long for forgiveness. As for her dress, he had chosen to love
her in that frock before, and she did not think that he would pay much
attention to her dress on the present occasion.
She opened the door very quietly and very slowly, intending to approach
him in the same way; but in a moment, before she could remember that she
was in the room, he had seized her in his arms, and was showering kisses
upon her forehead, her eyes, and her lips. When she thought of it
afterwards, she could not call to mind a single word that he had spoken
before he held her in his embrace. It was she, surely, who had spoken
first, when she begged to be released from his pressure. But she well
remembered the first words that struck her ear. "Dearest Lucy, will you
forgive me?" She could only answer them, through her tears, by taking up
his hand and kissing it.
When Lady Fawn came back with the carriage, she herself saw the figures of
two persons walking very close together, in the shrubberies.
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