For answer my lady raised her proud face to mine—with love alight, in perfect trust.
“Until the end!” she whispered in reply, “and after—in the fuller life—beyond!”
And what was poverty and exile to me then, for were we not together?
The End
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Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.
Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.