Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"It's not Garry? Not he?" she said frantically. "Any one but him! I
won't see him! I won't!"
And, as she was still struggling to see the card, the door opened and
Garry came powerfully in. Dodo stopped short, caught her throat with an
exclamation of terror, her head thrown back against the table, looking
at the strong glowing figure with the light of resurrection in his eyes;
and as she looked, all at once a beneficent calm seemed to fall about
her, clothing her with peace. All the good she had accomplished was
there. She looked at him, and she knew!
Snyder, gliding to him, said but three words:
"Now! At once!"
Then, drawing back, she remained by the door to her room, her whole
being concentrated on the scene, her hands clasped as if in prayer.
He came directly to Doré, and lifted her up in his arms, clear of the
floor, not rapaciously or uncontrolled, as the acquisition of the other
men, but cradling her like a child, tender and strong, his lips on the
lightest fluttering golden tress of her hair. She felt no passion, but a
great thankfulness; and she closed her eyes.
"Ah, Dodo, how have I ever lived a day from you!" he said rapidly.
"Child, how I love you! Poor, tired little child, with such a great
strength! How have I ever existed a day away from you?"
Suddenly he set her down reverently, and said firmly:
"Now, put on your coat and hat!"
She looked up at him, too tearfully happy to comprehend.
"Your coat and hat, and come!" he said, smiling his strong adoring
smile.
The next moment Snyder had stepped to her side, holding out her coat.
She had one arm in, her eyes on him, when suddenly she started away,
comprehending.
"What do you mean? Where?" she asked breathlessly.
"To end all this, Dodo! To marry me--to begin a real life--our life!" he
said firmly.
She went from him, shaking her head, putting out her hands in her
characteristic defensive gesture.
"No, no, Garry, I can't! It wouldn't be fair--it wouldn't be just to
you!"
"What wouldn't be fair? Child, don't you realize that you love me?"
"No, I don't, Garry; I don't know!"
"I know!" he said triumphantly. "Every letter you've written me has
breathed it! And now--Dodo, can you doubt?"
"Listen, Garry!" she said, tormented with the fear of harming him,
fighting against her own happiness. "I do care for you! I always have!
But how? That I don't know! Garry, I tell you, I don't know anything
to-night, but that I'm a miserable weak creature! Wait! Wait until I can
know! Until I can be sure!"
"Put on your coat now!" he said, with a confident laugh.
"No, no! Don't you see?" she cried, shrinking away. "Don't you realize
that I wouldn't harm you for anything in the world? I won't come to you
until I'm sure I love you--_you_, and only you!"
"You will come now with me, and end all this nonsense!"
"To-morrow!"
"No, to-night!"
"But if I don't love you?"
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