“It was here,” said David, as they emerged from the forest into the larger valley, “that thee stood, a little way from the doctor’s side, stroking the necks of his horses and peeping at us stealthily from under thy long dark lashes on the day when he tried to persuade me to join him in his roving life.”

“It was here,” Pepeeta said, as they approached the little bridge, “that we met each other and yielded our hearts to love.”

“And met again after our tragedy and our suffering, to find that love is eternal,” David added.

They stood for a few moments in silence, recalling that bitter past, and then the man of many sins and sorrows said, “Give me thy hand, Pepeeta.  How small it seems in mine.  Let me fold thee in my arms; it makes my heart bound to feel thee there!  We have walked over rough roads together, and the path before us may not be always smooth.  We have tasted the bitter cup between us, and there may still be dregs at the bottom.  It is hard to believe that after all the wrong we have done we can still be happy.  God is surely good!  It seems to me that we must have our feet on the right path.  He paused for a moment and then continued: 

“I have brought thee many sorrows, sweetheart.”

“And many joys.”

“I mean to bring thee some in the future!  The love I bear thee now is different from that of the past.  I cannot wait until to-morrow to pledge thee my troth!  Listen!”

She did so, gazing up into his face with dark eyes in which the light of the moon was reflected as in mountain lakes.  There was something in them which filled his heart with unutterable emotion, and his words hung quivering upon his lips.

“Speak, my love, for I am listening,” she said.

“I cannot,” he replied.

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