" "I don't understand," she answered, panic-stricken; "you mean you want to give it up...don't want it?" "Yes, if you don't love me.
" "You're out of your mind!" she cried, turning crimson with vexation.
But his face was so piteous, that she restrained her vexation, and flinging some clothes off an arm-chair, she sat down beside him.
" What are you thinking? tell me all.
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