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 looked out upon the garden, the river, and the fields, without seeing
anything. She was evidently agitated, and did not find an answer easily.
Lane followed her, and when for a moment she dared to look up at him she
encountered a look so tender, anxious, and ardent that she lowered her
eyes in quick confusion. He seized her hand, and for a brief instant she
let it rest in his. 'Speak to me,' he murmured, caressingly and
pleadingly. 'Tell me.' 'I don't understand you, Mr. Protheroe,' the girl
said pantingly. 'Not understand me, dear? 'he whispered; 'I am asking
you to be my wife.' 'I understand that,' she answered, drawing herself
away from him, and speaking with difficulty. 'It is _you_ I don't
understand. You--yourself.' 'Tell me how, darling,' he said softly. 'You
tell me,' she said, lifting a pale and agitated face, 'that I can't
guess how much