The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 18 Page 25

may I not share that also with you? For the world’s joy dies when you die, and my body might as well die with it!”

So eager and earnest her argument, so tightly she clung to my arms, so pleading and sweet her ardent face, upturned, with the tears scarcely dry under her lashes, that I found nought to answer her, and could only look into her eyes — deep, deep into those grey-blue wells of truth — troubled to silence by her present plight and mine.

I could not take her back now, and also keep my tryst with Boyd at Catharines-town. I could not leave her here by this trail, even guarded — had I the guards to spare — for soon in our wake would come thundering the maddened debris of the Chemung battle, pell-mell, headlong through the forests, desperate,