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 __ his sake she would have borne with a smile the acutest agony of mind and body; to protect him she would have bartered her life. Yet be- ing a woman, and weak even in her strength, she prayed that she might live for him and his love. She wanted his love; all that he had to give. But as yet he must be near her with his kind eyes and his gentle, guiding hands. It was so infinitely sweet after all to look up, to be led. How sweet it was she had never known till now. To her it seemed that her life had been one long struggle with adverse conditions; she had wilfully trifled with the immortal. And now the light of it was upon her, burning, radiant, transfusing the very blood of her into something beyond her dreams.

They were going abroad, they were quitting England until time cleared the way for their return. Even now he was in London attending to the final preparations, and she was waiting there in the slow-growing night for the message which should tell her the hour, the moment of his return. And slow moments they were, even though her dreams were rushing, full. Her love had raised every obstacle of which love could think, but with a smile he had leapt them