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" Thus Jane to herself.
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And under the oaks, with soft turf beneath his feet, stood Garth
Dalmain, the shy deer sleeping around unconscious of his presence;
the planets above, hanging like lamps in the deep purple of the sky.
And he, also, soliloquised.
"I have found her," he said, in low tones of rapture, "the ideal
woman, the crown of womanhood, the perfect mate for the spirit,
soul, and body of the man who can win her.--Jane! Jane! Ah, how
blind I have been! To have known her for years, and yet not realised
her to be this. But she lifted the veil, and I passed in. Ah grand,
noble heart! She will never be able to draw the veil again between
her soul and mine. And she has no rosary. I thank God for that. No
other man possesses, or has ever possessed, that which I desire more
than I ever desired anything upon this earth, Jane's love, Jane's
tenderness. Ah, what will it mean? 'I count each pearl.' She WILL
count them some day--her pearls and mine.


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