‘How could a girl avoid seeing it, when all the time she——’

‘What?’

‘Nothing—at least, not much.’

‘What, then?’

She came a little closer in the gleam of the firelight.

‘When all the time she longed to see it,’ she whispered.

‘And is that not much? Is there anything in the world bigger than that?’

‘No; it is bigger than the world.’

Oh, I am loved—I am loved!

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