“But Glory is dead.”
“No, dear, she is alive, and she will never leave you again.”
“What place is this?”
“This is Aggie's room.”
“Aggie?”
“Don't you remember Aggie? One of the poor girls you fought and worked for.”
“Is it your spirit, Glory?”
“It is myself, dearest, my very, very self.”
Then a great joy came into his eyes, his breast heaved, his breath came quick, and without a word more he stretched out his arms.