“You mean you will marry me? Speak quick, beloved!”
“I mean that—that the war is over, and I surrender myself—your prisoner, an you will take me.”
“My heart’s prisoner for time and eternity; thank God!”
A burned-out log snapped and fell to either side of the andirons, sending a shower of golden sparks up the wide chimney. She raised her head and looked at him, and by the fleeting gleam of the fire he found at last the love-light for which he had so long waited shining in the depths of her sea-blue eyes.
Transcriber’s Note:
Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters’ errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author’s words and intent.