"Bram Stoker - Dracula" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stoker Bram)

Mr. Morris' brave eyes, and I told him out straight. . .

"Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me
yet that he even loves me." I was right to speak to him
so frankly, for quite a light came into his face, and he put
out both his hands and took mine, I think I put them into his,
and said in a hearty way. . .

"That's my brave girl. It's better worth being late for
a chance of winning you than being in time for any other
girl in the world. Don't cry, my dear. If it's for me,
I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
If that other fellow doesn't know his happiness, well,
he'd better look for it soon, or he'll have to deal with me.
Little girl, your honesty and pluck have made me a friend,
and that's rarer than a lover, it's more selfish anyhow.
My dear, I'm going to have a pretty lonely walk between
this and Kingdom Come. Won't you give me one kiss?
It'll be something to keep off the darkness now and then.
You can, you know, if you like, for that other good fellow,
or you could not love him, hasn't spoken yet."

That quite won me, Mina, for it was brave and sweet of him, and noble too,
to a rival, wasn't it? And he so sad, so I leant over and kissed him.

He stood up with my two hands in his, and as he looked
down into my face, I am afraid I was blushing very much,
he said, "Little girl, I hold your hand, and you've kissed me,
and if these things don't make us friends nothing ever will.
Thank you for your sweet honesty to me, and goodbye."

He wrung my hand, and taking up his hat, went straight out of the room
without looking back, without a tear or a quiver or a pause, and I am
crying like a baby.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots
of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
I know I would if I were free, only I don't want to be free
My dear, this quite upset me, and I feel I cannot write
of happiness just at once, after telling you of it,and I don't
wish to tell of the number Three until it can be all happy.
Ever your loving. . .

Lucy


P.S.--Oh, about number Three, I needn't tell you of number Three, need I?
Besides, it was all so confused. It seemed only a moment from his coming
into the room till both his arms were round me, and he was kissing me.
I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have done to deserve it.