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Rh towards her with a beautiful smile. "Angela, Angela, after all the years—at last."

The girl clung to him, and the red stain came upon her hair from his cheek.

But even then his head turned away from her in the stillness of death, and she rose and walked blindly into the loving arms that closed around her and held her through her great sorrow.