"Oh, no, nothing can ever alter that; even though you deceived me I
shall always love you, I can't help it. And just because I do love you
so, and because I am a thief's sister, I--oh, I can never be your
wife--I couldn't, could I?"
"By God, Hermione, but you shall!" As he spoke he caught her in his
arms, passionate arms that drew and held her close. Very still and
unresisting she lay in his embrace, uttering no word; and stooping, he
kissed her fiercely--her lips, her eyes, her white throat, her hair,
and, silent still, she yielded herself to his caresses.
"You are mine, Hermione, mine always and forever! You are the one woman
I long for--the wife nature intended for me! You are mine, Hermione!"
Very softly she answered, her eyes closed:
"I felt at the first there was a gulf dividing us--and now--this gulf
is wider--so wide it can never be crossed by either of us. Your world is
not my world, after all--you are Geoffrey Ravenslee and I am only--what
I am. Newport and Fifth Avenue are a long way from Hell's Kitchen and
Tenth Avenue, and they can never--never come together.
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