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“You’re precious late, my lady,” said he, as she approached.
“Be I? Well, I couldn’t get away before. It beant no fault of mine if I be late. Now, then, what be ye a-going to tell me?”
“You shall learn all in good time,” cried he, putting her arm in his, and strolling along the narrow footway.
“You see, Nell, it’s time, I’m thinking, that I should be plain spoken. I find, my lass, that I care a deal more for you than I first imagined. You see, I don’t know how much longer I shall remain in this village—not long, I expect. The fact is, I’ve grown so fond of you that I don’t like to leave—nay, more, I don’t intend to leave until you give me an answer one way or the other.”
“An answer—what about?”
“What do you suppose it’s about? Can’t you guess?”
“No.”
“Well, I’m sorry for you. Don’t I tell you that I’m attached to you—that I love you?”
He drew her towards him, and covered her lips and face with burning and passionate kisses.
She was surprised and annoyed, made as much resistance as possible, and pushed him from her.