"Yes," she murmured.
"And I am forgiven?"
"Forgive me!" she sobbed.
They could say no more, but sat in the wild darkness, clasping each other as if they could not let one another go…. How could they send each other forth to go in loneliness and homelessness to the ends of the earth? The hours passed as they talked brokenly together, words of remorse, of love, of forgiveness.
And then finally they arose—it was very late—and Myra whispered, clinging to him:
"We must say good-by here!"
"Good-by!" he cried … and they kissed.
"Joe," she exclaimed, "take care of yourself! Do just that for me!"
"I will," he said huskily, "but you must do the same for me. Promise."
"I promise!"