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THE HOME-COMING
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Her blood begins to boil. She thinks that he
perhaps believes that she is sitting there and
begging for his love.
She has told him almost everything that has
happened while he has been away. Now she
suddenly breaks off in her story.
“ I have loved you,” she says. “ I shall always
love you, and I think that I should like you to tell
me once that you love me. It would make the
parting easier to bear.”
“ Would it ? “ he sayg.
“ Can I be your wife ?” she says, and her voice
trembles with indignation. “ I no longer fear your
teachings as I did; I am not afraid of your poor; I
wish to turn the world upside down, I, as well as
you. But I am a believer. How can I live with
you if you do not agree with me in that ? Or
perhaps you would win me to unbelief? Then the
world would be dead for me. Everything would
lose its meaning, its significance. I should be a
miserable, destitute creature. We must part.”
“ Really!” he turns towards her. His eyes begin
to glow with impatience.
“You may go now,” she says quietly; “I have
said to you everything I wished to say. I should
have wished that you had something to say to me.
But perhaps it is better as it is. We will not make
it harder to part than it need be.”
One of Gaetano’s hands holds her hands firmly
and closely, the other holds her head still. Then
he kisses her.
Was she mad, that she could think that he would
let anything, anything in the world, part them now?
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