THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
In a moment he was beside her, on his knees, her hands held close to his face and lips, and last of all crushed to his breast.
"Oh!" said Priscilla, striving to free the moment from its weight of emotion. "I was wondering where you were."
"Priscilla, you're well again—you're well again!" he said, with a thrill in his voice that made her wince.
"Yes, I'm all right again; are you?"
"Oh, yes; it didn't matter about me. But you'll never know what it meant to me to think that perhaps I'd hurt you for good and all. Oh, you'll never know!"
"But it was all my fault. I made you go faster and faster. I ought to have suffered, because I was so wickedly silly."
"No, I was the one who had the responsibility in hand, and just to please you I took the risk. I ought to have been killed for it," he finished bitterly.
She drew her hands away and shook her head. "It's all over now, so let us never speak of it again."
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