I don't say it
ever, ever, Melanctha, I hadn't the just right to know those things
about you." Melanctha laughed her harsh laugh. "You needn't have been
under no kind of worry, Jeff Campbell, about whether you should have
asked me. You could have asked, it wouldn't have hurt nothing. I
certainly never would have told you nothing." "I am not so sure of
that, Melanctha," said Jeff Campbell. "I certainly do think you would
have told me. I certainly do think I could make you feel it right to
tell me. I certainly do think all I did wrong was to let Jane Harden
tell me. I certainly do know I never did wrong, to learn what she told
me. I certainly know very well, Melanctha, if I had come here to you,
you would have told it all to me, Melanctha."
He was silent, and this struggle lay there, strong, between them.
It was a struggle, sure to be going on always between them. It was a
struggle that was as sure always to be going on between them, as their
minds and hearts always were to have different ways of working.
At last Melanctha took his hand, leaned over him and kissed him. "I
sure am very fond of you, Jeff Campbell," Melanctha whispered to him.
Now for a little time there was not any kind of trouble between Jeff
Campbell and Melanctha Herbert. They were always together now for long
times, and very often. They got much joy now, both of them, from being
all the time together.
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