"
"Are you proud?" she half whispered quite brokenly. "I am not--since I
waited for the ringing of the church bell--since I heard it toll. After
that the world was empty--and it was as empty of decent pride as of
everything else. There was nothing left. I was the humblest broken thing
on earth."
"You!" he gasped. "Do you know I think I shall go mad directly perhaps
it is happening now. YOU were humble and broken--your world was empty!
Because----?"
"Look at me, Lord Mount Dunstan," and the sweetest voice in the world
was a tender, wild little cry to him. "Oh LOOK at me!"
He caught her out-thrown hands and looked down into the beautiful
passionate soul of her. The moment had come, and the tidal wave rising
to its height swept all the common earth away when, with a savage sob,
he caught and held her close and hard against that which thudded racing
in his breast.
And they stood and swayed together, folded in each other's arms, while
the wind from the marshes lifted its voice like an exulting human thing
as it swept about them.
CHAPTER XLIX
AT STORNHAM AND AT BROADMORLANDS
The exulting wind had swept the clouds away, and the moon rode in a dark
blue sea of sky, making the night light purely clear, when they drew
a little apart, that they might better see the wonderfulness in each
other's faces.
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