Her arms went around his neck, tightened:
“Darling!... But we must make good.... You know it.”
He knew it. He knew that she already had. He rested his head on her breast like a tired boy.
It was up to him.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.
Archaic or alternate spelling has been retained from the original.