If any thing could make me
love you more than I now do, it would be that! No, don't hide your
face; I like to see it blush and smile and turn to me confidingly,
as it has not done all these long months."
"Did Letty tell you what she had done for me?" asked Christie,
looking more like a rose than ever Kitty did.
"She told me every thing, and wished me to tell you all her story,
even the saddest part of it. I'd better do it now before you meet
again."
He paused as if the tale was hard to tell; but Christie put her hand
on his lips saying softly:
"Never tell it; let her past be as sacred as if she were dead. She
was my friend when I had no other: she is my dear sister now, and
nothing can ever change the love between us."
If she had thought David's face beautiful with gratitude when he
told the happier portions of that history, she found it doubly so
when she spared him the recital of its darkest chapter, and bade him
"leave the rest to silence."
"Now you will come home? Mother wants you, Letty longs for you, and
I have got and mean to keep you all my life, God willing!"
"I'd better die to-night and make a blessed end, for so much
happiness is hardly possible in a world of woe," answered Christie
to that fervent invitation.
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