At the Age of Eve Kate Trimble Sharber

ISBN: 9781150741289

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At the Age of Eve  by  Kate Trimble Sharber

At the Age of Eve by Kate Trimble Sharber
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...for myself, too He was still holding myMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...for myself, too He was still holding my hands in his strong clasp, and they felt so wonderfully at home there that I never thought to move them--if I had never known that other man I should have loved him so Ann, is it Chalmers?

The question was frankly put, and as frankly answered. Yes.--But there is nothing yet--nothing has been said--still, I know-- Ah, I was afraid of that That was what overpowered my determination not to speak of my love until I came back from Europe I noticed something that first time I met him--then the Gordons told me of his attentions to you. Yes, I said. But he has never told me that he cares. He will. And I congratulate him. Alfred arose, as he spoke, and I laid my hand on his arm. This is not going to make any difference between us? I asked appealingly.

I felt that I could not lose my friend. Not in my feeling for you, he answered, looking down at me with a look that I hated to see in his brown eyes--they usually met the world with such a level, untroubled glance. If you should ever change, or ever need me--you know that I will be there.

But, dear, it will be painful to go on meeting you. Im going away in a few weeks, perhaps, but until then-- I know. Ill stay out of your way, I promised humbly. He leaned over suddenly and caught my face between his hands. He brushed his lips lightly against the coils of my hair. Good-by, darling, he said. Then he went out softly and closed the door. CHAPTER X ANN RECEIVES A CALLER WHOOPEE, what a pretty pitcher Waterloo cried admiringly, as he come down to breakfast this morning with the belt of his rompers still unfastened and a look of sleepine...



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