“Why is it, Robert, that women cannot be true, or a man and woman cannot form a lasting, loyal friendship?”
“The first case, jealousy or envy breaks; the second generally ends in one falling in love with the other, and that spoils it,” he explained.
She looked up archly: “Which will be the most enduring, your friendship for Marrion, or your love for me?”
“Please God that both shall last always,” he answered, with reverence.
“How good it seems to hear you say that.” Then she impulsively held out her hands saying: “I do care.”
Robert, trembling from head to foot at the mad audacity of his act, bent down to taste from the calyx of that flower-face the sweet intoxication of the first kiss. The worried look had gone out of his face.
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“So you will wait for me until I have made a name that will grace you! How brave of you to make me that promise. Cherokee are you all mine? Then there are only two more things required in this—the sanction of the State, and the blessing of God. May He keep a watch over both our lives.”