“Gertrude,” he said in a low voice, vibrant with suppressed passion, “Gertrude, I love you! Tell me, will you—can you give me hope?”
She was gazing seaward, with eyes that were moist with the tears of happiness.
Presently he felt a cold, trembling hand in his and the sun on the instant broke through the clouds and kissed the smiling sea, as their grasp grew firm with the fervor of their love.
Transcriber’s Note
Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not changed.
Simple typographical errors were corrected; unpaired quotation marks were remedied when the change was obvious, and otherwise left unpaired.
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