They had reached the Tracy house, and were standing for a moment by the newel-post before ascending the steps.
“Yes,” said Westgate; “what with peace in the mills, and peace in the church, the storm seems to be about over. There’s only one cloud in the sky, and the shadow of that cloud rests on me alone. You can banish it. Everything else has been restored to its normal condition; is it not time for us to get back on the old footing? I want you. I have always wanted you. I have never wanted you so much as I do to-day. Will you come back to me?”
She looked up into his face with tear-wet eyes.
“Yes, Philip,” she said; “I will.”
Transcriber’s Notes:
Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.
Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.
Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.