. "I have nothing to forgive. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. “Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her Maker about her place in the world.
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