Commodore Junk — page 335: what you’re looking at

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328 COMMODORE JUNK. “Yes,” she said softly. “‘Then why not share my flight? Come with me now while there is time. I will protect you and take you where you will. I cannot leave you like this!” ‘“‘ Not leave me?” she said with a sob. “No. Do you think me such a cur that I could leave you to the mercy of these wretches ?” “Tt is too late,” she said. “Go!” “Got” ‘Yes, while there is time.” “ But you can hide as well as I!” he cried excitedly. “Come!” *“‘ It is too late,” she said, and he felt her hand tremble in his grasp. “¢ And leave you?” he cried. ‘I would sooner die!” “Then you do love me?” she cried wildly, as she half rose from the altar, but sank back. ‘Love you!” he cried passionately. ‘I have fought with it, I have battled with it till [ have been nearly mad! Love you, Mary, my brave, true heroine! I love you with all my heart!” She uttered a wild cry of joy as he threw himself upon his knees and clasped her to his heart, his face buried in her breast and her two arms clung tightly round his neck, as she uttered a low moan of mingled joy and pain. “Tove you!” he whispered, as he raised his face, and his lips sought hers; “my darling! words will not tell my love! Come, what is the world to us? You are my world, my own, my love! Come!” She clung to him passionately for a few moments, “ At last!” she said softly, as if to herself; ‘the love of one true noble man! Ah!” A low deep sigh escaped her, and then, as if roused to a sense of her position, she thrust him back and listened. GoOmMmiGcbooksneo ==