"You mustn't go! You mustn't go!.

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." He wheeled round, and at the sight of her white, strained face a sudden light leapt into his eyes--the light of a great incredulity with, back of it, an unutterable hope and longing.

In two strides he was at her side, his hands gripping her shoulders.
"Why, Sara ?--God in heaven!"-- the words came hurrying from him, hoarse and uneven--"I believe you care!" For an instant he hesitated, seeming to hold himself in check, then he caught her in his arms, kissing her fiercely on eyes and lips and throat.
"My dear!.

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