"I don't care who she was—you're an angel!"
Helen faced him with strained eagerness:
"You swear that no stain on my father or mother can ever make the least difference between us?"
"I swear it!" he cried grasping her hand. "Come, you're mine!"
Helen drew back:
"Oh, if I could only believe it——"
"You do believe it—come!"
He opened his arms and she smiled.
"What shall I do!"
"Come!"