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Rh Her old speech came back in the quick hushed cry she uttered. "I conna turn yo' fro' me," she said. "Oh! I conna!" "Thank God! Thank God!" he cried. He would have caught her to his breast, but she held up her hand to restrain him. "Not yet," she said, "not yet. I conna turn you fro' me, but theer's summat I must ask. Give me th' time to make myself worthy—give me th' time to work an' strive; be patient with me until th' day comes when I can come to yo' an' know I need not shame yo'. They say I am na slow at learnin'—wait and see how I can work for th' mon—for th' mon I love."