22/28 With quick insight he caught her meaning, and punctuated her broken sentences with a series of grave nods, assuring her that he knew and understood. He had always known, he had always understood, it seemed. I may be foolish and faithful and too trusting, but I'm not--unmaidenly. You see, I've never been like other girls--and he was so fine, so different, he made me love him--it's part of a soldier's training, I suppose. It was so sweet to be near him, and to hear him tell of himself and all the world he knows--I just let myself drift. |