[ZMapServer-Users] From Calais toward the Front

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Arms round her. "That I should have hurt you so!" he said softly. "I,
who would die for you, mademoiselle. I who worship you." He buried his
face in the warm hollow of her neck and held her close. He was
trembling. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you." She quieted under
his touch. He was very strong, and there was refuge in his arms. For a
moment she lay still, happier than she had been for weeks. It was Henri
who was shaken now and the girl who was still. But very soon came the
thing that, after all, he expected. She drew herself away from him, and
Henri, sensitive to every gesture, stood back. "Who are they?" was the
first thing she said. It rather stabbed him. He had just told her that
he loved her, and never before in his careless young life had he said
that to any woman. "Spies," he said briefly. A flushed and tearful Sara
Lee stood up then and looked up at him gravely. "Then--that is what you
do?" "Yes, mademoiselle." Quite suddenly she went to him and held up her
face. "Please kiss me, Henri," she said very simply. "I have been cruel
and stupid, and--" But he had her in his arms then, and he drew her
close as though he would never let her go. He was one great burst of
joy, poor Henri. But when she gently freed herself at last it was to
deliver what seemed for a time his death wound. "You have paid me a
great tribute," she said, still simply and gravely. "I wanted you to
kiss me, because of what you said. But that will have to be all, Henri
dear." "All?" he said blankly. "You haven't forgotten, have you? I--I am
engaged to somebody else." Henri stood still, swaying a little. "And you
love him? Mor