书城公版The Scarlet Pimpernel
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第469章 CHAPTER XXXITHE ESCAPE(8)

"I have naught to forgive, sweetheart; your heroism, your devotion, which I, alas! so little deserved, have more than atoned for that unfortunate episode at the ball.""Then you knew?. . ." she whispered, "all the time. . .""Yes!" he replied tenderly, "I knew. . .all the time. . . .

But, begad! had I but known what a noble heart yours was, my Margot, I should have trusted you, as you deserved to be trusted, and you would not have had to undergo the terrible sufferings of the past few hours, in order to run after a husband, who has done so much that needs forgiveness."They were sitting side by side, leaning up against a rock, and he had rested his aching head on her shoulder. She certainly now deserved the name of "the happiest woman in Europe.""It is a case of the blind leading the lame, sweetheart, is it not?" he said with his good-natured smile of old. "Odd's life! but Ido not know which are the more sore, my shoulders or your little feet."He bent forward to kiss them, for they peeped out through her torn stockings, and bore pathetic witness to her endurance and devotion.