“I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. “You poor little girl!” he cried. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. She crept out of the shadows. See paragraph 1. That’s really why we do them sometimes rather well and get on. He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. “Poor little Miniver! What can she be but what she is?. III. " "But why didn't you oppose him?" "I had to let him have his way, else he might not have returned safely. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself.
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