"It is nearly time to go, and Inez
is cooking our supper."
He reached up and took her in his arms. She lay upon his breast,
thrilling happily with her nearness to him, and they remained so
for a while, whispering now and then, trying ineffectually to
voice the thoughts that needed no expression.
"Why did you let me sleep so long?" he asked her, reproachfully.
"Oh, I've been napping there in that chair, where I could keep one
eye on you. I'm terribly selfish; I can't bear to lose one
minute." After a while she said: "I've made a discovery. Father
O'Malley snores dreadfully! Juanito never heard anything like it,
and it frightened him nearly to death. He says the Father must be
a very fierce man to growl so loudly. He says, too, that he likes
me much better than his mother."
It seemed to Dave that the bliss of this awakening and the sweet
intimacy of this one moment more than rewarded him for all he had
gone through, and paid him for any unhappiness the future might
hold in store.
He felt called upon to tell Alaire the truth about himself; but
with her in his arms he had no strength of purpose; her every
endearment made him the more aware of his weakness.
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