“We will go to Italy, dear,” he said taking her hand.
“Yes, I want to see your mother’s grave, and the little cottage where you were born. How happy she would be if she knew everything had come right,” and her eyes were wet.
“Perhaps she does. If you will take me as I am, we will get married, and get away from this place with its evil memories.”
“Yes, Mr. lord,” she said, making him a curtsey “but don’t forget it was here you met me, is that one of the evil memories?”
“That is the happiest memory I have ever had,” he made answer, catching her to him. “I came here in winter, and now spring has come, and soon it will be summer. When another winter comes it will find us together. The Curse has died out in one fiendish act of evil, and revenge, but by God’s grace we will establish a new line with nobler thoughts.”
He kissed her then, and she hid her blushes in his passionate embrace.
Transcriber’s Notes
This transcription follows the text of the edition published by E. P. Dutton & Company in 1927. The following alterations have been made to correct what are believed to be unambiguous errors in the text:
- “glorius” to “glorious” (Book I, Chapter I);
- “vilage” to “village” (Book I, Chapter X).