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God spare us the cross.
Must there be a cross to every true rosary? Then God give me the
heavy end, and may the mutual bearing of it bind us together. Ah,
those dear hands! Ah, those true steadfast eyes! . . . Jane!--Jane!
Surely it has always been Jane, though I did not know it, blind fool
that I have been! But one thing I know: whereas I was blind, now I
see. And it will always be Jane from this night onward through time
and-please God--into eternity."
The night breeze stirred his thick dark hair, and his eyes, as he
raised them, shone in the starlight.
* * * * * * *
And Jane, almost asleep, was roused by the tapping of her blind
against the casement, and murmured "Anything you wish, Garth, just
tell me, and I will do it." Then awakening suddenly to the
consciousness of what she had said, she sat up in the darkness and
scolded herself furiously. "Oh, you middle-aged donkey! You call
yourself staid and sensible, and a little flattery from a boy of
whom you are fond turns your head completely.


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