“You love me?”
“Yes, I love you.”
“Then, my dear Rose, that is enough for all. We will bury every sad memory in love. Forgive all for love. Trust all to love.” So he gathered her to his heart, and kissed the tears off her eyes, and the love off her lips; and said to her with sweet solemnity:
“My darling Rose, this is our real marriage. Oh, my wife! My dear wife! My dear, dear, dear wife!”
Transcriber's Note:
Original spellings, including froward, were preserved as printed in the original.