"Say yes, Sairay--tell me you"--
There was a jarring slam and a flood of light; one of the shutters had
blown open. Both started, glanced around, then faced each other again;
but that noisy interruption had thoroughly aroused Sara. She looked at
Jasper in this brighter light, and a quick revulsion of feeling swept
over her. What was she doing? Would she lie to him?
She did not love him; did she dare to tell him that she did? A thought
of another manly figure, bearing a certain refinement and nobility
lacking in this, rose before her mind's eye, and when Jasper finished
his sentence--"tell me you love me!" her answer was ready.
"I can't, Jasper," she said low, but firmly, "It wouldn't be"--
He stopped her again.
"Don't answer me now; take time to think--take till tomorrow. This is
too sudden; nobody can know their minds all in a minute. I'll come again
when you've had time to think."
She shook her head.
"No, Jasper, that is not necessary. You have always been one of my best
friends--be so still! But--that is all. I can't give you what you ask
for, and time will never change me--don't think it. The best way is to
have perfect truth between us. Now, Jasper," trying to speak easily,
"put this aside, and stay with us this evening.
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