“For always?”
“No, I’ll come back. That is—I’ll come back if what you’ve been telling me is true and I reach shore.”
He had gone a little distance along the beach when a childish voice reached him.
“When you come back will you draw me some more with that pencil?”
The artist turned to nod assent. At sight of the small figure, so sturdy, such a living embodiment of the Love in which he so firmly trusted, his vision clouded.
“He’s near enough to—” Gilbert Graham hesitated before mentally pronouncing the next word—“God to reclaim even me!”
Chapter II
THE SORROW SEA
“I don’t know why I came!”
There was a low throb of pain in the younger woman’s voice. For answer the elder pressed her hand more closely.