" "But
you do forgive me always, sure, Melanctha, always?" "Always and
always, you be sure Jeff, and I certainly am afraid I never can stop
with my forgiving, you always are going to be so bad to me, and I
always going to have to be so good with my forgiving." "Oh! Oh!" cried
Jeff Campbell, laughing, "I ain't going to be so bad for always, sure
I ain't, Melanctha, my own darling. And sure you do forgive me really,
and sure you love me true and really, sure, Melanctha?" "Sure, sure,
Jeff, boy, sure now and always, sure now you believe me, sure you
do, Jeff, always." "I sure hope I does, with all my heart, Melanctha,
darling." "I sure do that same, Jeff, dear boy, now you really know
what it is to be loving, and I prove it to you now so, Jeff, you never
can be forgetting. You see now, Jeff, good and certain, what I always
before been saying to you, Jeff, now." "Yes, Melanctha, darling,"
murmured Jeff, and he was very happy in it, and so the two of them now
in the warm air of the sultry, southern, negro sunshine, lay there for
a long time just resting.
And now for a real long time there was no open trouble any more
between Jeff Campbell and Melanctha Herbert. Then it came that Jeff
knew he could not say out any more, what it was he wanted, he could
not say out any more, what it was, he wanted to know about, what
Melanctha wanted.
Melanctha sometimes now, when she was tired with being all the time so
much excited, when Jeff would talk a long time to her about what was
right for them both to be always doing, would be, as if she gave way
in her head, and lost herself in a bad feeling.
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