"Yes, you will; and we will see the sun set again, and you will not
run from me this evening as though I were an ogre." As he spoke he
took her in his arms and held her, and kissed her before she had
time to escape from him. "You're mine altogether now," said he, "and
nothing can sever us. God bless you, Rachel!"
"Good-bye, Luke," and then they parted.
She had told him to go, alleging her household duties as her ground
for dismissing him; but when he was gone she did not at once betake
herself to her work. She sat on the seat which he had shared with
her, thinking of the thing which she had done. She was now betrothed
to this man as his wife, the only man towards whom her fancy had ever
turned with the slightest preference. So far love for her had run
very smoothly. From her first meetings with him, on those evenings
in which she had hardly spoken to him, his form had filled her eye,
and his words had filled her mind. She had learned to love to see him
before she understood what her heart was doing for her. Gradually,
but very quickly, all her vacant thoughts had been given to him, and
he had become the hero of her life. Now, almost before she had had
time to question herself on the matter, he was her affianced husband.
It had all been so quick and so very gracious that she seemed to
tremble at her own good fortune. There was that one little cloud in
the sky,--that frown on his mother's brow; but now, in the first
glow of her happiness, she could not bring herself to believe that
this cloud would bring a storm. So she sat there dreaming of her
happiness, and longing for her mother's return that she might tell
it all;--that it might be talked of hour after hour, and that Luke's
merits might receive their fitting mention. Her mother was not a
woman who on such an occasion would stint the measure of her praise,
or refuse her child the happiness of her sympathy.
But Rachel knew that she must not let the whole morning pass by in
idle dreams, happy as those dreams were, and closely as they were
allied to her waking life. After a while she jumped up with a start.
"I declare there will be nothing done. Mamma will want her dinner
though I'm ever so much going to be married."
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