“That’s impossible,” said I rudely.
“It isn’t. It’s true. I do love you - for this!”
God knows how I looked!
“And I mayn’t say good-by to you,” she whispered. “And - and I love you - for that!”
“Then you had better choose between us,” said I.
CHAPTER XX
THE STATEMENT OF FRANCIS RATTRAY
In the year 1858 I received a bulky packet bearing the stamp of the Argentine Republic, a realm in which, to the best of my belief,
“That’s impossible,” said I rudely.
“It isn’t. It’s true. I do love you - for this!”
God knows how I looked!
“And I mayn’t say good-by to you,” she whispered. “And - and I love you - for that!”
“Then you had better choose between us,” said I.
CHAPTER XX
THE STATEMENT OF FRANCIS RATTRAY
In the year 1858 I received a bulky packet bearing the stamp of the Argentine Republic, a realm in which, to the best of my belief,
