“I shall always see that, Charles, when I see you.”
“My city.”
“Yes. Your city, Charles.”
“It was for you, Olivia. My city.”
“I am proud,” she said humbly.
“It failed, Olivia. It’s in ruins. Yonder.”
“Charles,” she said, kneeling, taking both his hands, hiding her face against him, “it is in my heart. That city. Our city.”
She trembled against him, drawing her breath. He held her with his unhurt arm, waiting till the dear face would lift, pale in that darkness, to the laying of the gold foundation.
THE END