He gently opened the door, and disengaging herself, she sprang in.
“Hilary, my darling!” said Captain Hepburn; and in another moment she was on her knees, beside his couch, and her tears of joy and grief, of anxiety and gratitude, and love, were poured out in her husband’s bosom.
CHAPTER XXIV.
“I’m wearing awa’, Jean,
Like snow when it’s thaw, Jean,
I’m wearing awa’ to the land of the leal.
“There’s no sorrow there, Jean,
There’s neither cold nor care, Jean,
But days are all fair in the land of the leal.