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will take the chance. All shall be as you deem best for your own happiness. As for mine--I will try to be content." He paused a little, but it was a pause which no woman could misunderstand. Then, turning back to her, he said in a low tone, "When am I to go away, Agatha?" Her brow dropped slowly against his arm, as, much agitated, yet not unhappy, she whispered the one word "_Never_." For one moment Agatha felt against her own the loud convulsive throbs of the heart that loved her--an embrace which, in its fierce rapture, was like none that came before it, or after. When she learned to count and chronicle such tokens of love, as one begins to count each wave when the sand grows dry, this embrace remained to her as a truth, a reality, which no succeeding doubts could explain away or gainsay. It lasted, as such moments can but last, a space too brief to be reckoned, dying out of its own intensity. Agatha slid from her lover's arms, and swiftly passing out at the door, met Emma coming in. The unlucky bridegroom was left to make his own explanation to Mrs. Thornycroft, and how he performed that feat remains a mystery to this day. Solemnly, and much affected, the bride went up-stairs to put on her wedding-garments. Anne Valery had just arrived. She sat alone in Miss Bowen's dressing-room, playing with the orange-wreath. Her face wore a thoughtful, sickly, sad look, but the moment she heard some one at the door this expression vanished. "So, my dear, you have a rather unconscionable bridegroom, Mrs. Thornycroft tells me. He has been here already." Suddenly all that had happened recurred to Agatha. She forgot her own agitation in the joy of being the first to bring good news. "Ah, you little know why he came. Uncle Brian--there is a letter from Uncle Brian." And in her warm-heartedness of delight she threw her arms round Miss Valery's neck. She was very much surprised that Anne did not speak a single word, and that the cheek against which her young glowing one was pressed felt as cold as marble. "Are you not glad, Miss Valery?" "Yes, very glad. Now will you go down-stairs and fetch me the letter?" And, gently putting the young girl from her, Anne sat down! As Agatha left the room, she fancied she heard a faint sound--a sigh or gasp; but Miss Valery had not moved. She sat as at first--her hands clasped on her lap, the veil of her bonnet falling over her face. And coming back some minutes after,
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