The Tracks We Tread
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“Who was it spoke of the ‘Wine of Life’?” she said. “Do you think he meant love, Guy?”
“I know he did,” said Randal. Then he held her closely. “Effie—Effie—I thought that our love was the greatest thing in the world. But it isn’t! It isn’t! I’ve seen a greater to-night, little girl. It was a beautiful thing, and—very terrible, dear.”
She pulled down his face and kissed him.
“All love is beautiful and terrible,” she said. “But we have worked out the terrible part of ours, Guy.”
And Randal’s lips met hers for answer.
