The Career of Claudia - Frances Mary Peard

“Mine!” he cried joyfully. “Mine at last!”

So—while there is no resurrection for a dead love—love, fresh and living, often steals into our hearts from unexpected hiding-places, and makes them his own. And, so long as this can be, our old world, weary and suffering, blossoms again into rosy youth, and tastes the joy which is eternal.

The End.