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I married , and for some time he liked much to come and see us -- on rainy evenings , when he knew we should be alone . He was in love yet , as he had been when we were fellow-absentees from camp , and with the same girl . But his passion had never presumed to hope , and the girl was of too true a sort ever to thrust hope upon him . What his love lacked in courage it made up in constancy , however , and morning , noon , and night -- sometimes midnight too , I venture to say -- his all too patient heart had bowed mutely down toward its holy city across the burning sands of his diffidence . When another fellow stepped in and married her , he simply loved on , in the same innocent , dumb , harmless way as before . He gave himself some droll consolations . One of these was a pretty , sloop-rigged sail-boat , trim and swift , on which he lavished the tendernesses he knew he should never bestow upon any living she .