“What more would you have, dearest?”
“That which draws me to it and makes me happy to go,” she said in a whisper.
“Ah, our love. To last, please God, until life’s end.”
She caught her breath, pressed closer to me, sighed and then smiled as she repeated in a whisper of prayerful earnestness: “Until life’s end.”
And then we stood together in silence too happy for words, until the yacht had turned out of the river mouth and the city was hidden from view.
THE END
Butler & Tenner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.