Despite her trust, and the romantic, new-born love in her heart, she was
unable to answer for a moment. Her breath was snatched away; but as she
struggled to regain it and to speak, a bleak picture of the future
without him rose before her eyes. She couldn't give him up, and go on
living, after the glimpse he had shown her of what life might be!
"No, it's not too much," she said, slowly. "It's only part of the trust
I've promised to--my knight."
He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you--and my lucky star for the prize you
are!" he exclaimed. Some men would have offered their thanks to God, or
to "Heaven." Annesley noticed that he praised his "star."
This was one of many disquieting things, large and small; for she had
been brought up to be a religious girl, and was mentally on her knees
before God in gratitude for the happiness which illuminated her gray
life. She could not bear to think that God was nothing to the man who had
become everything to her. She wanted to shut her eyes to all that was
strange in him; but it was as difficult as for Psyche to resist lighting
the lantern for a peep at her mysterious husband in his sleep.
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