66/77 There are TWO men at Nathaniel's whom I desire to escape--because they both alike stand in the way of my Purpose." She took my hands in hers. "Each in a different way," she murmured once more. "But each I must avoid. The other--" she let my hand drop again, and broke off suddenly. "Dear Hubert," she cried, with a catch, "I cannot help it: forgive me!" It was the first time she had ever called me by my Christian name. |