THE STORY OF A YEAR. (continued 2)
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"I mean well. I mean kindly and humanely to you. And I mean justice to my old—old love."
She went to him, took his listless hand, without looking into his wild, smitten face, shook it passionately, and then, wrenching her own from his grasp, opened the gate and let it swing behind her.
"No! no! no!" she almost shrieked, turning about in the path. "I forbid you to follow me!"
But for all that, he went in.