She raised her head at that, and the dawning sweetness of her glance illumined his soul. “It is because I love you—that I can no longer judge!” she faltered, with trembling lips.
He met her look without a word; language, for the moment, had not significance for them.
Silence, filled with the sweet murmur of summer life, the fragrance of flowers, the audible rustling of the magnolia leaves, seemed to enfold them in a new and beautiful world.
THE END.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.
Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.