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Show Page 176 I started to deny it, then halted. Then, knowing it would cause him anguish, but praying his confusion would be less because of my words, I forced myself to say, "I do not love you." He gave a muffled cry and turned away. I knew no way to comfort him. "Perhaps you could learn to love me," he whispered, not turning to look at me. I shook my head though he could not see. "It is better this way," I said, though I knew not why it should be so. He walked me to my door, though no word passed between us. Richard was within, playing a game of put with Walter. Jane sat nearby combing her yellow hair, no doubt hoping to entice Richard, for it was a bold thing to do. She looked at me, her black eyes narrowed to slits. I knew my cheeks were flushed and my hair was in disarray. But never would Jane learn what had passed between John and me that night. I gave her a smug smile and greeted Richard. He looked at me oddly. Could he tell my heart was breaking? ******************** February , 1622 John comes often to the house, but to my distress, we do not exchange more than the amenities we must. Since the night |