“England’s still there. Holme Ottery’s sold. I’ve a little house close by. We’ll go back and live there. It’s ready for our home-coming.”
“Home-coming!” said Bertram. “How good that sounds! I’ve been wandering alone since you left me, Joyce. Always damned lonely.”
“I’m with you now,” said Joyce. “Body and soul, Bertram. The past is dead, and I’m changed.”
He put his arms about her, and drew down her head until it lay upon his breast.
“Let’s begin again,” he said. “We’re young enough.”
THE END
TRANSCRIBER NOTES
Mis-spelled words and printer errors have been fixed.
Inconsistency in hyphenation has been retained.