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late. Next time he calls, I wish you to tell Martha you're not at home to him.'" Bertram looked across at her with a melting look in his honest blue eyes. "And you came round to tell me of it, you dear thing!" he cried, seizing her hand and grasping it hard. "O Frida, how kind of you!" Frida trembled from head to foot. The blood throbbed in her pulse. "Then you're not vexed with me," she sobbed out, all tremulous with gladness. "Vexed with you! O Frida, how could I be vexed? You poor child! I'm so pleased, so glad, so grateful!" Frida let her hand rest unresisting in his. "But, Bertram," she murmured,--"I MUST call you Bertram--I couldn't help it, you know. I like you so much, I couldn't let you go for ever without just saying good-bye to you." "You DON'T like me; you LOVE me," Bertram answered with masculine confidence. "No, you needn't blush, Frida; you can't deceive me.... My darling, you love me, and you know I love you. Why should we two make any secret about our hearts any longer?" He laid his hand on her face again, making it tingle with joy. "Frida," he said solemnly, "you don't love that man you call your husband.... You haven't loved him for years.... You never really loved him." There was something about the mere sound of Bertram's calm voice that made Frida speak the truth more plainly and frankly than she could ever have spoken it to any ordinary Englishman. Yet she hung down her head, even so, and hesitated slightly. "Just at first," she murmured half-inaudibly, "I used to THINK I loved him. At any rate, I was pleased and flattered he should marry me." "Pleased and flattered!" Bertram exclaimed, more to himself than to her; "great Heavens, how incredible! Pleased and flattered by that man! One can hardly conceive it! But you've never loved him since, Frida. You can't look me in the face and tell me you love him." "No, not since the first few months," Frida answered, still hanging her head. "But, Bertram, he's my husband, and of course I must obey him." "You must do nothing of the sort," Bertram cried authoritatively. "You don't love him at all, and you mustn't pretend to. It's wrong: it's wicked. Sooner or later--" He checked himself. "Frida," he went on, after a moment's pause, "I won't speak to you of what I was going to say just now. I'll wait a bit till you're stronger and better able to understand it. But there must be no more silly talk of farewells between us. I won't allow it. Yo
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