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Nothing counted in the presence of our
love. To be only we two together--that was everything. The world and the
world's laws, the Church and the Canons of the Church were blotted out,
forgotten, lost.
For some moments I hardly breathed. I was only conscious that over my
head Martin was saying something that seemed to come to me with all the
deep and wonderful whispers of his heart.
"Then it's true! It's true that you love me! Yes, it's true! It's true!
No one shall hurt you again. Never again! No, by the Lord God!"
And then suddenly--as suddenly as the moment of intoxication had come to
me--I awoke from my delirium. Some little thing awakened me. I hardly
know what it was. Perhaps it was only the striking of the cuckoo clock
in my room.
"What are we doing?" I said.
Everything had rolled back on me--my marriage, Father Dan's warning, my
promise to Martin's mother.
"Where are we?" I said.
"Hush! Don't speak," said Martin. "Let us think of nothing
to-night--nothing except our love."
"Don't say that," I answered.


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