"
"Beth, Beth," utterly forgetting everything but the mystery of her
words, his gray eyes darkening from eagerness, "what is it you mean?
For God's sake tell me! These years have been centuries; through them
all I have been waiting your word."
She drew in her breath sharply, reaching out one hand to grasp the back
of a chair.
"It--it could not be spoken," she said, her voice faltering. "Not
until to-day was it possible for me to break the silence."
"And now--to-day?"
She smiled suddenly up at him, her eyes filled with promise.
"God has been good," she whispered, drawing from within the lace of her
waist a crumpled envelope,--"oh, so good, even when I doubted Him.
See, I have kept this hidden there every moment since it first came,
even on the stage in my changes of costume. I dared not part with it
for a single instant--it was far too precious." She sank back upon the
chair, holding out toward him the paper. "Read that yourself, if my
tears have not made the lines illegible.
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