"Many a mischance falls between us," answered Anthony, hastily, drawing his glove over the wounded hand, lest it should attract attention.
Then he strode up to Urith, who stood palpitating near.
"I have saved you from yourself to-day," he said.
"Yes—I thank you."
"You can thank me but in one way."
"How so?"
"Give me your hand. Take me forever."
She put her hand into his: "I cannot help myself," she said, in a low tone. "Oh, mother, forgive."
Then she loosed her hand, looked on it, and said, "There is blood!"
The blood had oozed through his glove.