"
"But in spite of all your warnings, were such an event about to take
place?"
"In such an exigency I should divulge our marriage."
"You would?"
"Assuredly! How can you possibly doubt it? Such an event would abrogate
my obligations to silence, and would impose upon me the opposite duty of
speaking."
"I judged you would reason so," he said, bitterly.
"But, dear Thurston, of what are you talking? Of the event of your doing
an unprincipled act! Impossible, dear Thurston! and forever impossible!"
"And equally impossible, fair saint, that you should divulge our
marriage with any chance of proving it. Marian, the minister that
married us has sailed as a missionary to Farther India. And I only have
the certificate of our marriage. You cannot prove it."
"I shall not need to prove it, Thurston. Now that I have awakened your
thoughts, I know that you will not further risk the peace of that
confiding girl. Come! take my hand and let us return. We must hasten,
too, for there is rain in that cloud."
Thurston--piqued that he could not trouble her more--for under her calm
and unruffled face he could not see the bleeding heart--arose sullenly,
drew her hand within his arm and led her forth.
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