Jonathan, that was to blame. And
I can see, too, in a way, that we sometimes do things we don't want to
do--that we don't even mean to do--that we regret ever afterwards--just
because life drives us to do them--" For a minute she hesitated, and
then added bravely, "I learned that by taking Mr. Jonathan's money."
"But you were right," he answered.
"To have the choice between love and money, and to choose--money?"
"You're putting it harshly. It wasn't money you chose--it was the world
or Old Church--Jordan's Journey or the grist mill."
For a moment the throbbing of her heart stifled her. Then she found her
voice.
"If I had the choice now I'd choose Old Church and the grist mill," she
said.
There was a short silence, and while it lasted she waited trembling, her
hand outstretched, her mouth quivering for his kisses. She remembered
how eagerly his lips had turned to hers in the past as one who thirsted
for water.
But when he spoke again it was in the same quiet voice.
"Would you, Molly!" he answered gently, and that was all. It was not a
question, but an acceptance. He made no movement toward her.
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