"I will be faithful," said Deronda--he could not have left those words unuttered. "I will come the first evening I can after seven: on Saturday or Monday, if possible. Trust me."
He put out his ungloved hand. Mordecai, clasping it eagerly, seemed to feel a new instreaming of confidence, and he said with some recovered energy--"This is come to pass, and the rest will come."
That was their good-by.
"I will be faithful," said Deronda - he could not have left those words unuttered. "I will come the first evening I can. Trust me."
He put out his hand. Mordecai, clasping it eagerly, said- "This is come to pass, and the rest will come."
That was their good-bye.