“Thank heaven! she is true—still true!”
No longer looks he the sad despairing invalid, but the lover—strong, proud, triumphant.
Chapter Thirty Seven.
The home of the hunted slave.
Throughout all these days where has Clancy been? Dead, and come to life again? Or, but half killed and recovered? Where the while hidden? And why? Questions that in quick succession occur to Simeon Woodley meeting him by his mother’s grave.
Not all put then or there; but afterwards on the hunter’s own hearth, as the two sit before the blazing logs, by whose light Clancy has read the letter so cheering him.
Then Woodley asks them, and impatiently awaits the answers.
The reader may be asking the same questions, and in like manner expecting reply.