"Yes," he said simply, his eyes fixed on me; "yes, I do."
"Why?" I asked, though I knew it was such a foolish question.
He stood a long time silent in the firelight, his eyes never moving from my face. "Because it's nearest heaven," he answered low; "come, Helen"—and his arms were open wide.
THE END
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By Robert E. Knowles
The Attic Guest
The Web of Time
The Dawn at Shanty Bay
Decorated and Illustrated by Griselda M. McClure.
The Undertow
A Tale of Both Sides of the Sea