“Mary, I have been a monster!”
She seized his hand.
“Can you ever forgive me?”
She covered it with tearful kisses.
“I don’t deserve this; but oh, how I have loved you all these years!”
“Oh, don’t tell me that, don’t tell me that!” And a moan burst forth from her very heart.
“I am too weak to talk. Charley will tell you why I was so bitter. He knows all. Ask him.”
She drew up a chair, and, sitting beside him, tried to smile, as she stroked back the chestnut hair from his forehead.
“Wonderful!” said she.
He looked up.