There were only you and
me."
Moved by this declaration, wondering that it did not warm her heart more,
she murmured a few endearing words while the uppermost thought in her
mind was that she must tell him now of the situation. She had expected
to be questioned anxiously about herself--and while she desired it she
shrank from the answers she would have to make. But her father seemed
strangely, unnaturally incurious. It looked as if there would be no
questions. Still this was an opening. This seemed to be the time for
her to begin. And she began. She began by saying that she had always
felt like that. There were two of them, to live for each other. And if
he only knew what she had gone through!
Ensconced in his corner, with his arms folded, he stared out of the cab
window at the street. How little he was changed after all. It was the
unmovable expression, the faded stare she used to see on the esplanade
whenever walking by his side hand in hand she raised her eyes to his
face--while she chattered, chattered. It was the same stiff, silent
figure which at a word from her would turn rigidly into a shop and buy
her anything it occurred to her that she would like to have.
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