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"Marjorie."
"Well," she answered, rousing herself.
"Are you comfortable?"
The voice was sympathetic; tears started, she could only nod in reply.
There seemed to be nothing to talk about to-day.
She had replied in monosyllables so long that he was discouraged with his
own efforts at conversation, and lapsed into silence. But it was a
silence that she felt she might break at any moment.
The train stopped at last; it had seemed as if it would never stop, and
then as if it would stop before she could catch her breath and be ready
to speak. If she had not refused that something he had brought her this
would not have been so hard. Had he cared so very much? Would she have
cared very much if he had refused those handkerchiefs she had marked for
him? But Hollis had taken her shawl strap, and was rising.
"You will not have time to get out."
"Did you think I would leave you anywhere but with your friends? Have you
forgotten me so far as that?"
"I was thinking of your time."
"Never mind. One has always time for what he wants to do most."
"Is that an original proverb?"
"I do not know that it is a quotation."
She dropped her veil over her face, and walked along the platform at his
side. There were no street cars in the small city, and she had protested
against a carriage.
"I like the air against my face."
That last walk with Morris had been so full of talk; this was taken in
absolute silence. The wind was keen and they walked rapidly.
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