She withdrew her hand from his, and, snatching the rope that was stained with his blood, she kissed it and said, "So is mine."
"O Alice! what do you mean?" and he trembled as violently as she had done when he startled her on the beach.
She shyly lifted her blue eyes to his, and said, "Foolish Tom, surely your love is blind."
Then to Harcourt the door of heaven opened.
When Mr. Martell returned, he saw by the firelight in his dusky study that his daughter had made such ample amends that but little was left for him to do; but he did that right heartily.
Then the Christian man said, "Alice, compare this with the shadow of 'Storm King,' and the grinding ice. Let us thank God."
She gently replied, "I have, father."
"But I have more reason to thank Him than either of you," said Harcourt, brokenly, "for had you perished I should have been lost, body and soul."
"Then serve Him faithfully, my son,—serve Him as my old friend your father did."
"With His help I will."