Patterson shall shave
me, and then perhaps--"
But sudden and warm and soft her arms were about him, and her eyes,
troubled no longer, gazed into his, brimful of yearning tenderness.
"Oh, my dear, my dear," she murmured, quick and passionate, "as if I
should ever care how you looked as long as you were--just you. My dear,
my dear, you have come back to me from the very gates of death because
I--I--"
"Because you nursed me so tenderly!"
"Ah, no, there were others to do that--no, God gave you back to me
because He is merciful, and because I love you--want you--need you so
much!"
"Oh, my Hermione--Kiss me!"
A knock at the door, and, quick-breathing, she drew from him as the
voice of Mrs. Trapes reached them.
"Ten minutes is up!" she announced as she entered, "and Hermy, if you
don't want th' doctor t' see you in your nightdress an' that--"
"Ann!" gasped Hermione, drawing the folds of her kimono about her.
"Anyway, he's coming."
Up sprang Hermione, in doing which she lost a slipper.
"Give it me!" she pleaded, for Ravenslee had caught it up.
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