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304 "To-night, then, we meet at the altar, and to-morrow evening we sail. Pause, my own love, if your heart falter—even on the threshold of the church."

She spoke not; but the strong affection of those large and tender eyes needed no aid from words. The lovers parted, and neither looked back—they must have said farewell again if they had.