"
"I can not help it," he said gloomily. "She promised to be my
wife, Miss Lillian--Heaven knows I am speaking truthfully--and
I have lived on her words. You do not know what the strong love
of a true man is. I love her so that if she chose to place her
little foot upon me, and trample the life out of me, I would not
say her nay. I must see her--the hungry, yearning love that
fills my heart must be satisfied." Great tears shone in his
eyes, and deep sobs shook his strong frame.
"I will not harm her," he said, "but I must see her. Once, and
once only, her beautiful face lay on my breast--that beautiful,
proud face! No mother ever yearned to see her child again more
than I long to see her. Let her come to me, Miss Lillian; let me
kneel at her feet as I did before,--If she sends me from her,
there will be pity in death; but she can not. There is not a
woman in the world who could send such love as mine away! You
can not understand," he continued. "It is more than two years
since I left her; night and day her face has been before me. I
have lived upon my love; it is my life--my everything.
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