She had come to herself by this time, and the dark lines were melting from her face. "I am forgiven," she said, with a low cry of happiness. "She whom I wronged, loves me and blessed me; and we saw each other face to face. I know nothing more."
"There is no more," said all together. For everything is included in pardon and love.
End of Project Gutenberg's Old Lady Mary, by Margaret O. (Wilson) Oliphant