"Are you asking me to marry you, Mr. Law?" Jo's deep eyes were seeking an answer in the look which was holding her. She was dazed, frightened.
"Will you honour me by bearing my name, Mam'selle? Will you let me help you keep the fire upon the hearth for them?"
Nearer and nearer came Donelle and Norval, Donelle still singing with the moonlight on her face.
"I have fought my way up from lonely boyhood, Mam'selle. I've lived a lonely man! And you, Mam'selle, I know your story. When all is said and done, loneliness is the hardest thing to bear."
Tears stood in Jo's eyes—tears!
"You are a strange man," she repeated.
"And you a strange woman, Mam'selle."
But they were smiling now, smiling as people smile who, at the turn of the road, see that it does not end, but goes on and on and on.
THE END
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