PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
His face bent over hers and, although she knew what was coming, she made no move to evade it, uttered no protest. Their lips met in a first kiss, a kiss that held little of passion on either side. His feeling was of tenderness and protectiveness and not a little pity; hers of mild wonder and passive content.
"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered almost reverently.
She smiled faintly in the half-darkness and closed her eyes.
Miles farther on, when he thought her asleep, she broke the long silence.
"You said to-night you thought I could be very fair," she said slowly. "Whatever happens I want you to feel that I have always meant to be. Will you try?"
"Whatever happens? Yes, I shall be sure of it, dear. But what are you thinking of? What is going to happen that might tempt me to think otherwise, Peggy?"
She made no answer for a while. Finally, "So much might happen," she replied. "I wanted you to know."
"I don't like the sound of that," he responded
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