"She is content," she whispered softly. "You did not understand her
rightly; that was all."
"All! O God, how I have wronged you!"
The full strength, and nobility, and devotion of this passion he had
disbelieved in and neglected rushed on him as he met her eyes; for the
first time he saw her as she was; for the first time he saw all of which
the splendid heroism of this untrained nature would have been capable
under a different fate. And it struck him suddenly, heavily, as with a
blow; it filled him with a passion of remorse.
"My darling! my darling! what have I done to be worthy of such love?"
he murmured while the tears fell from his blinded eyes, and his head
drooped until his lips met hers. At the first utterance of that word
between them, at the unconscious tenderness of his kisses that had the
anguish of a farewell in them, the color suddenly flushed all over her
blanched face; she trembled in his arms; and a great, shivering sigh ran
through her. It came too late, this warmth of love. She learned what
its sweetness might have been only when her lips grew numb, and her
eyes sightless, and her heart without pulse, and her senses without
consciousness.
"Hush!" she answered, with a look that pierced his soul. "Keep those
kisses for Milady. She will have the right to love you; she is of your
'aristocrats,' she is not 'unsexed.' As for me--I am only a little
trooper who has saved my comrade! My soldiers, come round me one
instant; I shall not long find words.
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