Paul Rushleigh took her hand. A manly reverence in him recognized the pure courage that unveiled her woman's heart, and showed him all.
"Faith!" he said, "you have never deceived me. You are always noble. Forgive me that I have made you struggle to love me!"
With these words, he went.
Faith flung herself upon the sofa, and hid her face in its cushion, hearing, through her sobs, the tread of his horse as he passed down the road.
This chapter of her life story was closed.
CHAPTER XXXI.
NURSE SAMPSON'S WAY OF LOOKING AT IT.
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"I can believe, it shall you grieve, And somewhat you distrain; But afterward, your paines hard, Within a day or twain, Shall soon aslake; and ye shall take Comfort to you again." Old English Ballad. |