"No, not at all; I did it with perfect ease, except for the darkness and
the fear that you might recover consciousness on the way and scream out
with affright before you discovered who your captor was."
"My husband, my dear, kind husband!" she murmured, softly stroking his
face as he bent over her to press a kiss upon her forehead.
"My darling little wife," he returned.
Then after a moment's silent exchange of caresses,
"Would you mind telling me where you were going and what you intended to
do?" he asked with a half smile.
"I have no right to refuse, if you require a full confession," she said,
half playfully, half tearfully, and blushing deeply.
"I don't require it, but should like to have it, nevertheless; for I
confess my curiosity is piqued," he said with an amused, yet tender look
and tone.
"There isn't really very much to tell," she sighed, "only that because I
was dreadfully unhappy and had worked myself up to believing that I was a
hated wife, a burden and annoyance to my husband, I thought it would be an
act of noble self-sacrifice to run away, and--O Ned, please don't laugh at
me!"
"I am not laughing, love," he said in soothing, half-tremulous tones,
taking her in his arms and holding her close, as he had done the night
before.
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