"Why do you refuse my friendship? Our
relation has been scarcely more. It has not touched the deep
things in us. We agreed at the start that it should not. The
words 'I love you' have never passed between us. We have been
loyal to our compact. Now that love has come into my life--and
Heaven knows I have striven against it--what would you have me
do?"
"And what would you have me do?" said Judith, tonelessly.
"Forgive me for breaking off the old, and trust me to make the
new pleasant to you."
She made no answer, but stood still staring out of the window
like a woman of stone. Presently she shivered and crossed to the
fire, before which she crouched on a low chair. I remained by
the window, anxious, puzzled, oppressod.
"Marcus," she said at last, in a low voice. I obeyed her
summons. She motioned me to a chair, and without looking at me
began to speak.
"You said there was a bit of you in this room. There is
everything of you. Your whole being is for me in this room. You
are with me wherever I go.
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