Spring Always Comes, page 22
“I suppose not. You had to give up a lot for it.”
“Did I?” His face was grim. “I lost the possibility of having great wealth and glamour and prestige.”
“But what do they matter?” she asked.
He laughed shortly. “You say that to me? You? Changed your mind, haven’t you?”
“Never. Only I thought — Mr. Kent — and Sandra — and —”
“Did I lose you, Connie? That’s all that matters?”
So it was Connie who completed the cycle, who finished the pattern that was to make her life. She put her arms around his neck.
“Jeff, I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t want to do without you. Not ever, so long as I live.”
He crushed her to him. It was a long time before she released herself gently, half laughing, half crying.
He eased her into the deep chair near the fire and knelt beside her. “I forgot how weak you still are.”
“I’ll get stronger every day. I’ll hurry and get well. Because one of these days soon we’ll have to take a long walk in the woods and look for the first robin. Even in Maine, spring always comes.”
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Emilie Loring, Spring Always Comes
