"Yes," I said, "I'm sure of that."
I was intensely sure of him—sure that we looked at life with the same love for the same kind of living.
"Will you come?" he cried. "Will you come and face it with me? And do your best, somehow, to work it out with me?"
"Will you come and face it with me?"
His arms drew me, and in them was home. And for my life I could not have told whether I went to meet his challenge, or whether I went because we were each other's in the ancient way.
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