But she had come--she had
come!
All this was in his eyes, though his face was pale and still. He was
almost rigid with emotion, for the ancient habit of repose and
self-command of the Quaker people was upon him.
"Can you not see--do you not know?" she repeated, her back upon him now,
her face still veiled, her hands making a swift motion of distress.
"Has thee found in the past that thee is so soon forgotten?"
"Oh, do not blame me!" She raised her veil suddenly, and showed a face as
pale as his own, and in the eyes a fiery brightness. "I did not know. It
was so hard to come--do not blame me. I went to Alexandria--I felt that I
must fly; the air around me seemed full of voices crying out. Did you not
understand why I went?"
"I understand," he said, coming forward slowly. "Thee should not have
returned. In the way I go now the watchers go also."
"If I had not come, you would never have understood," she answered
quickly. "I am not sorry I went. I was so frightened, so shaken. My only
thought was to get away from the terrible Thing.
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