Americans -- England -- Fiction; West Country (England) -- Fiction
"'Twas an insult to you not to know that without being told.
I did right to say that I was mad."
"You'll never speak of this," she whispered; "your own act
forced it from me. I am proud to think that you could love me;
but you will keep my secret?"
"Trust me for that. As you'll keep my confession, so I shall
cherish yours. God knows how I can go on living any more. Yet
I'll even curse the end of the war that sets me free now, for free
in truth I'll never be again."
"Then I shall feel sad to think I have a slave against my will.
I shall suffer to remember that."
"Remember me no more at all. Only remember that you have
lifted me up and made my existence good and precious. You
saved my life and led me into a paradise. Now I must depart
again. Twice conquered by England am I; and blessed in
being conquered."
"You are generous and I do greatly esteem you, sir," faltered
Grace. "You have brought happiness and interest and knowledge
into my ignorant days. More knowledge than you think for! I
thank you for all your goodness, and I mourn to know you are so
ill-paid. Had it not been--at least--I shall never forget you."
"May God bless and keep you and the man you love," he said
earnestly. "You have been light in darkness to me; I shall
always love and worship you. And he who has won you has my
admiration and respect for ever. A king of men must he be!"
Annabel Malherb entered at this moment, and she came the
bearer of stern news for Stark. Yesterday her intelligence had
sunk him into the depths of tribulation; to-day he welcomed it.
Henceforth his prison was not of stone and iron, but built in
memory. To breathe the same air with Grace Malherb would be
his sole remaining privilege now, since closer common interest
he could never claim.
Maurice Malherb sent a courteous inquiry as to whether his
guest's convenience would be suited by early departure on the
following morning.
"If so," said Annabel, "my husband proposes that you and he
should ride together after breakfast to--to Prince Town, dear
Mr. Stark."
The sailor declared that he was ready.
"And to thank you, madam, would be a vain, impossible task,"
he said. "Your daughter saved my life; you and your husband
nursed me back to health, bore with me in my weakness and ill
humours, sympathised with my sorrows, treated me with a
consideration and kindness beyond belief. I shall never while I
live forget your goodness, nor forget to be grateful for it."
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