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Gert nodded assent. They were sitting on the sofa close
together, Jenny’s head resting on his shoulder, so that she could
not see his face.
“I was in the country this morning, walking where we used
to go together. Let us go there again soon — the day after
tomorrow if it is fine — will you? You are sorry because I have
to go home so early today, are you not?”
“My dear, have I not said that thousands of times already?”
She could hear from his voice that he was saying this with his
melancholy smile again. “I am grateful for every second of
your life that you give me.”
“Don’t speak like that, Gert,” she said, pained.
“Why should I not say it when it is true? Dearest little
girl, do you think I will ever forget that all you have given me
is as a princely grace, and I can never understand how you came
to give it to me at all?”
“When I realized last winter that you were fond of me —
how much you really loved me — I said to myself it must stop.
But then I understood that I could not be without you, and so
I gave myself to you. Was that a grace? When I could not
let you go?”
“I call it an inconceivable grace that you ever came to love
me.”
She nestled in his arms without speaking.
“My own darling ... so young and sweet you are....”
“I am not young, Gert. When you met me I was already
beginning to get old without ever having been young. You
seemed young to me, much younger at heart than I, because you
still believed in what I called childish dreams and used to laugh
at them. You have made me believe in love and tenderness and
all such things.”
Gert Gram smiled, and whispered: “Perhaps my heart was
not older than yours — for it seemed to me that I had never yet
had any youth, and deep down in my soul I still entertained the
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