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not?" ¡¡¡¡ "It is indulgence." ¡¡¡¡ "Still on the same tack! But is there anything better on earth than that we should love one another?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes. It depends on the sort of love; and yours--ours is the wrong." ¡¡¡¡ "I won't have it, Sue! Come, when do you wish our marriage to be signed in a vestry?" ¡¡¡¡ She paused, and looked up uneasily. "Never," she whispered. ¡¡¡¡ Not knowing the whole of her meaning he took the objection serenely, and said nothing. Several minutes elapsed, and he thought she had fallen asleep; but he spoke softly, and found that she was wide awake all the time. She sat upright and sighed. ¡¡¡¡ "There is a strange,
oil painting indescribable perfume or atmosphere about you to-night, Sue," he said. "I mean not only mentally, but about your clothes, also. A sort of vegetable scent, which I seem to know, yet cannot remember." ¡¡¡¡ "It is incense." ¡¡¡¡ "Incense?" ¡¡¡¡ "I have been to the service at St. Silas', and I was in the fumes of it." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--St. Silas'." ¡¡¡¡ "Yes. I go there sometimes." ¡¡¡¡ "Indeed. You go there!" ¡¡¡¡ "You see, Jude, it is lonely here in the weekday mornings, when you are at work, and I think and think of--of my--" She stopped till she could control the lumpiness of her throat. "And I have taken to go in there, as it is so near."