Only one day more. It doesn't make any difference."
"It does to me, _mon petit_. Every moment, every hour without you is
time wasted."
"But you'll go, dear, before Sobrenski sees us together?"
"My sweet, if it is for your good, of course I will go. You're right
about the letters; I ought to have known it wasn't safe to keep them.
As you say, they've got no circumstantial evidence if those are
destroyed, and it only means a few more hours' delay in our getting
off. I'll go, darling. I'll get down the hills in no time. It's the
best horse of the lot, that one outside. But before I go give me
yourself for a few minutes."
Arithelli let him lead her unresisting towards the corner of the hut,
and lay her gently back upon a truss of hay that he had covered with a
cloak. She had not the strength to deny him their last few minutes
together. Every fibre in her own nature, the lover, the mother, the
child, were all crying out for him. How gentle he had been, how he had
always cared for her. No one had ever touched her like this before,
spoken to her in this caressing voice.
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