Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
'I was not like this once. When you first saw me, Jane, these marks
and lines were wanting--they have come all too soon. But no one is to
blame but I. I have brought it all on myself. On myself! On you!--you
suffer with me, patiently, uncomplainingly. You have a greater load
than I to bear; and you will not let me lighten it.'
'I will not let you, Saul! I don't understand.'
'Because every time I approach the subject, I try to approach it by a
different road.'
'Ah, I know now,' she said softly.
'Jane, I ask you for the twentieth time.' He held out his hands
supplicatingly to her. 'Let me do what I can to remove the shame from
you. Let me do what I can to atone for my fault. As you love me, Jane,
marry me!'
'As I love you, Saul, I refuse!'
He turned from her, and paced the room; she watched him with steady
loving eyes, and the signs of a sad, fixed resolution deepened in her
face.
'Come and sit by me, Saul.'
He obeyed her, and she drew his head upon her breast and kissed his
lips.
'There's no question--no doubt of the love between us, Saul?'
'None, Jane.'
'If some chance were to part us this night, and I was never to look
upon your face again----'
'Jane!'
--'And I was never to look upon your face again,' she repeated with a
cheerful smile, 'I should, if I lived to be an old woman, and you to
be an old man, never for one moment doubt that you loved me through
all the years.'
'It is like you, Jane; your faith would not be misplaced.'
'I know it, and I know that you would be to me the same--you would
believe that no other man could hold the place in my heart that you
have always held.'
He took her in his arms, and said that she was his anchor; that as
nothing on earth could shake her faith in him, so nothing on earth
could shake his faith in her; after what she had said (although he
knew it before, and would have staked his worthless life on it) could
she still refuse to allow him to make her the only reparation it was
in his power to make?
She waived the question for the present and said,
'We are at the lowest ebb, Saul.'
'Ay,' he answered.
'Then you must not speak of drifting,' she said tenderly; 'we have
drifted low enough. Remember, Saul,' and she took his hand in hers,
and looked into his eyes, 'we have not ourselves alone to think of.
There is another. It only needs resolution. Come--let us talk of it
Here, there is no hope.'
'There seems none, Jane; all heart has left me.'
'Elsewhere things might be better for you.'
'For us,' he said, correcting her. 'What is better for you is better
for me,' she replied. 'I heard today that George Naldret----'
'God bless him!'
'Amen! God bless him! I heard to-day that he was going away sooner
than was expected.'
'I heard so too, Jane; and I went round to Mrs. Naldret's tonight to
see him if I could. But he had not come home.'
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