Penny Dreadfuls, 1892 · page 33 of 93
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ee Se ae se eu GUYS PLAN. vei, 9 do if your r father should say that you must not marry me. What would you do in such a case?” She looked serious for a moment, and then, with a smile : of confidence almost divine—to him it was divine—she ~ “T had never thought of it, Guy, but I know what I ‘should do—I should tell you and ask you to decide for me.’ = And you believe that I am wise enough, and true enough, and brave enough to decide for you as will be ee for you—leaving myself out of the question ?” She put her hand in his hand and looked with angelic _trustfulness into his eyes. _ “T believe you are all these things, Guy. I, know that you would do as I would do—sacrifice yourself to my h lap piness. ¢! Yes, Violet,” he answered, his voice shaking with — ‘emotion, “TI do believe that I value your happiness so “much above my own that I could decide unselfishly. And yet I love you so—I do not. know—— Pray Heaven, I ‘ shall decide as is best for you.” _ There was an earnestness in his manner that troubled “ her now, and she asked, with a tremor in her voice: . “Has anything happened, Guy ?” % “Yes, my dear love, the most unexpected thing has Siasponed. At first I thought I would not speak of it to x ou, and then I felt that it- would be’ wrong to conceal ‘rom you even what might make you unhappy. Was I $i ~® Assuredly, my Guy. It seems tome that you. could “not do wrong. What has happened ? You do not seem ; uch troubled.” — i - “No, and I am not; but I fear that you will see more of — importance | in it than there truly is.” _ “Tell me,” and she smiled as one who is not afraid. ae ae mother forbids me to marry you.” E a rbids ‘you! Oh, Guy!” and her face suddenly blanched “Ves, ates forbids me; but why do you look so fright- ; ened, my darling ? You did not seem so greatly troubled | at the thought of your father’s displeasure.” She paused a moment, as if doubtful of her own “thought, then said: _ “That was different. I know my father, and I'am sure that even if he should for any reason gay no he would for- 4 jah ive ve — Darlington anything, Do you: ‘understand C y ee a3