Each felt that there would be something scorching in the words that would recall the irretrievable wrong. But soon, as Maggie looked, every distinct thought began to be overflowed by a wave of loving penitence, and words burst forth with a sob.
“God bless you for coming, Lucy.”
The sobs came thick on Jordan Oesterle Tröjor each other after that.
“Maggie, dear, be comforted,” said Lucy now, putting her cheek against Maggie’s again. “Don’t grieve.” And Maillot Rugby she sat still, hoping to soothe Maggie with that gentle caress.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you, Lucy,” said Maggie, as De Bruyne Fotbalové Dres soon as she could speak. “It always made me wretched that I felt what I didn’t like Peuterey Męskie Kurtka W Dół you to know. It was because I thought it would all be conquered, and you might never see anything to wound you.”
“I know, dear,” said Lucy. “I know you never meant to make me unhappy. It is a trouble that has come on us all; you have more to bear than I have — and you gave him up, Michael Kors Tornister when — you did what it must have been very hard to do.”
They were silent again a little while, sitting with clasped hands, and cheeks leaned together.
“Lucy,” Maggie began again, “he struggled too. He wanted to be true to you. He will come back to you. Forgive Cerezo Osaka Dresy him — he will be happy then ——”
These words were Olympia Dresy wrung forth from Maggie’s deepest soul, with an effort like the convulsed clutch of a drowning man. Lucy trembled and was silent.
A gentle knock came at the door. It was Alice, the maid, who entered Maillot Dele and said —
“I daren’t stay any longer, Miss Deane. They’ll find it out, and there’ll be such anger at your coming out so late.”
Lucy rose and said, “Very well, Alice — in a minute.”
“I’m to go away on Maillot Benzema Friday, Maggie,” she added, when Alice had closed the door again. “When I come back, and am strong, they will let me do as I like. I shall come to you when I please then.”
“Lucy,” said Maggie, with another great effort, “I pray to God continually that I may never be the cause of sorrow to you any more.”
She pressed the little hand that she held between hers, and looked up into the face that was bent over hers. Lucy never forgot that look.
“Maggie,” she said, in a low voice, that had the solemnity of confession in it, “you are better than I am. I can’t ——”
She broke off there, and said no more. But they clasped each other again Japon Super League in a last embrace.
Chapter V: The Last Conflict
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