Yet for all they were bitterly cruel, the wilds had been kind too. They had shown the gold from the dross. They had revealed to Ned the way of happiness,—and it led him straight into Bess’s arms. There he could rest at the end of his day’s toil, there he found not only love and life, but the sustenance of his spirit, the soul of strength by which he might stand erect and face the light.
Thus they had found a safe harbor where the Arctic wind might never chill them; a hearth where such terror as dwelt in the dark outside could not come in.
THE END
Transcriber’s Note:
A few obvious punctuation errors have been corrected without note.
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[End of The Isle of Retribution by Edison Marshall]