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 been thinking about it. Dear! I don't care for anything— It's you. If I have you nothing else matters Only I get hurried and cross. It's the work and being poor. Dear one, we must hold to each other. All to-day— It's been dreadful"

He stopped. They sat clinging to one another.

"I do love you," she said presently with her arms about him. "Oh! I do—do—love you."

He drew her closer to him.

He kissed her neck. She pressed him to her.

Their lips met.

The expiring candle streamed up into a tall flame, flickered, and was suddenly extinguished. The air was heavy with the scent of roses.