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"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 37, November, 1860"

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He turned and looked down at her with some surprise.
"You know we haven't much more time, and certainly"----
"Kate!"
"Yes,--don't scold!--and if you are going to propose, I really think you
ought to, or else"----
"You think I ought to marry Miss Heath?"
"Why--I--well----Oh, dear! I wish I had held my peace!"
"That might have been advisable."
"Don't be offended now, Roger!"
"Is there any reason to suppose her--to suppose me"----
"Yes, there!" replied Mrs. McLean, desperately.
He was silent a moment.
"Good God, Kate!" said he, then, clasping his hands behind his head,
and looking up the deep transparence of the unanswering night. "What a
blessing it is that life don't last forever!"
"But it does, Roger," she uttered under her breath,--terrified at his
abrupt earnestness, and unwitting what storm she had aroused.
"The formula changes," he replied, with his old air, and retracing their
steps.
The guests were all gone. Helen Heath was eating an ice; he bent over
her chair and said,--
"Good-night, Miss Helen!"
"Oh, good-night, Mr. Raleigh! You are going? Well, we're all going soon.
What a glorious summer it has been! Aren't you sorry we must part?"
"Why must we part?" he asked in a lower tone. "Where is the necessity of
our parting? Why won't you stay forever, Helen?"
She turned and surveyed him quickly, while a red--whether of joy or
anger he could not tell--flashed up her cheek.


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