At times, lately, a hundred difficulties have stood in
my path. It seemed impossible that I could win safety for some poor
wretch of a fugitive, so impossible that I might have given up the task
in despair only that you seemed to speak to me, encouraging me. No; I
have never been alone since love came."
"I am glad," she said.
"And you love me, Barbara?"
"Yes--yes, I must love you, I cannot help it, but--" and then she
stopped, for there were sounds of footsteps in the passage. "Is the hour
gone so soon? Kiss me, Gilbert; I love you. No matter who you are, or
what you have done, I love you. I am yours, always; no other shall kiss
me or hold me in his arms. But, remember, I have your promise, I may
take which road I choose, alone and unhindered if I will it so," and
then, as the door opened, she pushed him gently from her, and they were
standing apart when Rosmore entered.
"It has seemed a long hour, Mistress Lanison, to a waiting man. To
you--"
"Long enough to hear the plan you have made for my escape," said
Barbara.
"For your escape and Mr. Crosby's," said Rosmore, laying some stress
upon his words.
"For which we both thank you," she went on.
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