“Don’t you see? Won’t you see?” she asked. “I was waiting here for the courage to go to you since you have made it so very hard for me—my pagan.” With which she came close to him, looking upward into his face, smiling a little, shrinking a little, yielding yet withholding, while the moonlight made of her eyes two bottomless, boundless pools, dark with love, and brimming with the promise of his dreams.
THE END
| Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: |
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| courage and our Colts=> courage and our Colt’s {pg 30} |
| The Colts may go=> The Colt’s may go {pg 30} |
| buckled his Colts=> buckled his Colt’s {pg 231} |