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"Eve," he whispered, "may I tell you of something of which you have
never dreamed? I meant to keep it yet for months, but your words drive
me to speak, and at the risk of losing all I must.
"My child, I have known you now for months; I have watched you till I
have felt that I knew even the thoughts of your gentle heart; and as I
learned them, knowing what I did, life has been to me one long time of
agony. Eve, I have loved you with all my heart--so well that I would
not give you the pain of knowing it; glad to feel that I was your
friend, whom you could trust and turn to in your trouble. Have I kept
to that?"
"Yes, yes," she said, piteously.
"Have I ever broken from the position in which fate placed me, or been
traitor to your trust? Have I ever shown you the deep and passionate
love that was in my heart?"
"Never, never!" she moaned.
"No," he exclaimed; "I struggled and fought against it, even yielding to
your wishes to perform a duty in which I felt that I was being my own
executioner. But now you are free. You cannot wed this man!"
"No, no, no," she whispered, with a shudder.
"Then give me some little hope--however little. My darling, I will wait
for years if you will but tell me--You turn from me--am I mad in
thinking that you might some day trust me with this little hand? You
said you must go. Why--why leave me? Oh, Eve--darling! have I kept my
secret so long for this?"
He was rising from his seat when her little hands went up to his, and he
sank beside her, as they were placed upon his breast, and Eve's cheek
went down upon them, and she nestled there.
"Is this a dream?" he exclaimed.
"One," she whispered, "that I have prayed might some day come true, but
trembled, for I thought it was a sin."
"And you can love me?" he cried, drawing her closer and closer to him.
"At last," she murmured; "and when I thought I was alone in the wide,
wide world. Love you!" she faltered, as she hid her face in his breast,
"I have loved you from the first."
THE END.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Parson O' Dumford, by George Manville Fenn
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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