46/55 Why do you look at me so strangely? I know what you have been, what you are. I ask nothing more of life than you." "Dear," he said, "do you understand that I can never marry you ?" "Yes," she said steadily. "I am not afraid." In the silence the wooden shutter outside the window swung to with a slam in the rising breeze which had become a wind blowing fitfully under a wet gray sky. |