25/26 "Forgive me," said he imploringly. "How could any one help loving you ?" "Well, sir, I will try and forgive you--you are so good in other respects; but then you must promise me never to say you--to say that again." "Give me your hand then, or you don't forgive me." She hesitated; but eventually put out her hand a very little way, very slowly, and with seeming reluctance. He took it, and held it prisoner. He held it tight: it submitted quite patiently to force. She turned her head away, and her long eyelashes drooped sweetly. |