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IN MAREMMA.
I missed my way twice or thrice, and the way was long. But at last we came home. That is all. Ah, dear, do not say I do not love you ever again.'
She had heard him in perfect silence, her eyes wide open, her lips parted, pushing back her hair with her hand, and seeming to hang upon each accent of his voice.
When his words ceased, she gave a startled cry that was half a sob.
'You did that for me?' she said, in a wondering whisper. 'You ran that risk—for me?'
He stooped and kissed her.
With a sigh and a smile in one breath, she threw her arms about his throat.
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