LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
twitching insubordinate, and fancied that her self-consciousness made her eyes dishonest.
"What I mean," said Lewisham, "is—that this will go on. We're always going to be friends, side by side."
"Always. Just as I am able to help you—I will help you. However I can help you, I will."
"We two," said Lewisham gripping her hand.
Her face lit. Her eyes were for a moment touched with the beauty of simple emotion. "We two," she said, and her lips trembled and her throat seemed to swell. She snatched her hand back suddenly and turned her face away. Abruptly she walked towards the end of the gallery, and he saw her fumbling for her handkerchief in the folds of the green and black dress.
She was going to cry!
It set Lewisham marvelling—this totally inappropriate emotion.
He followed her and stood by her. Why cry? He hoped no one would come into the little gallery until her handkerchief was put away. Nevertheless he felt vaguely flattered. She controlled herself, dashed her tears away, and smiled bravely at him with reddened eyes. "I'm sorry," she said, gulping.
"I am so glad," she explained.
"But we will fight together. We two. I can help you. I know I can help you. And there is such Work to be done in the world!"
"You are very good to help me," said Lewisham, quoting a phrase from what he had intended to say
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