But she could not meet them
after the first glance. She lay in his arms, held there by a grasp so
strong that it astonished her beyond measure. So, for a time; then he
began to speak--in her ear now, where, in its pinkness, with a little
brown curl touching his lips, it listened.
"You've made me say it, dear, when for your sake I would have kept it
back. But you know--you must know, nothing can come of it."
He heard her murmur, "Why?"
"You know why."
"I don't."
He drew a deep breath.
"Don't you want me?" she asked--into his shoulder.
"Want you!"
"You've everything to offer me."
"Nan----"
"Everything I want. Jerry"--she lifted her head and looked for an
instant into his eyes--"I shall die of heartache if you won't offer it."
"A wreck of a life----"
"I won't let you call it that again," she flashed. "You--Jerrold
Fullerton--whose merest scrawl is reviewed by every literary editor in
the land. Do you think you can't do still better work with--with me?"
"But you wouldn't be marrying Jerrold Fullerton's mind alone.
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