Dear God! Was she watching? Of course she was watching.
He fancied he could see a white figure.
He waved his arm and smiled. A glory of love was on his face.
“Miriam,” he said, knowing the powerful lens brought him quite near and she would see him speak; “Miriam, you said I should remember all, if I remembered your name. And I do; oh, my belovèd, I do!”
As he swam, the sunlight caught the wedding-ring—her wedding-ring-upon his finger. He missed a stroke to hold it up, then press it to his lips.
“I am coming, Sweet! I am coming!”
Then he swam on.
Love, surging through his soul, gave him strength.
The shore drew nearer. He could see her now, standing at the telescope.
“Miriam! Miriam!”