Then he slid the ring on to her finger and put her palm to his lips. . . .
Her arms were close about him, and her cheek against his.
“Ivan, Ivan, my blessed! Now I know. . . . Till a moment ago I wasn’t sure that it wasn’t the Will.”
The man picked her up in his arms.
“You faithless child,” he said. “It was always only a question of finding a way. And then you found it.”
Belinda regarded him with shining eyes.
“That’s easy enough,” she said, “where there’s a Will.”
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Julia Stane Willow passed into the cool library, took off her hat, pitched this on to a table, and flung herself into a chair.