"Aymer, my lord!"
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With a cry of deepest gladness he whirled and caught his lost love to him, and kissed her brow and ruddy hair, and his voice broke and his eyes dimmed as he repeated many times:
"Beatrix! … Beatrix! … Thank God!"
And so for a space they stood. Then of a sudden he held her gently off at arm's length.
"Are you glad to see me, sweetheart?" he asked.
"And need I tell you that, dear?" smiling archly.
"At least you might tell me why my knocks were so ignored," he said, smiling back.