People who are fortunate in
life may ask each day what they _can_ do; we have always to remind
ourselves what we _can't_.'
'You take a pleasure in repeating such things; it shows how little
you feel them.'
'It shows how I have taken to heart the truth of them.'
She waved her hand impatiently, again sighed, and moved towards the
door.
'Don't go just yet,' said Sidney. 'We have more to say to each
other,'
'I have nothing more to say. I am miserable, and you can't help me.'
'I can, Clara.'
She looked at him with wondering, estranged eyes. 'How? What are you
going to do?'
'Only speak to you, that's all. I have nothing to give but words.
But--'
She would have left him. Sidney stepped forward and prevented her.
'No; you _must_ hear what I have got to say. They may be only words,
but if I have no power to move you with my words, then our life has
come to utter ruin, and I don't know what dreadful things lie before
us.'
'I can say the same,' she replied, in a despairing tone.
'But neither you nor I shall say it! As long as I have strength to
speak, I won't consent to say that Clara, you must put your hand in
mine, and think of your life and mine as one.
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