soul will envelop you. For better, for worse, through evil report and good report, I am yours."
Again a convulsive sob shook her, and she was silent.
Gordon felt an almost resistless impulse to take her in his arms and kiss and soothe her.
Through her tears she smiled at him.
"How beautiful you are, my dear! You will not forget that I love you? The spring, the summer, the autumn, the winter will only bring to me messages from our past. The way will be lonely, but the memory of the touch of your hand, our hours of perfect peace and trustfulness, the sweetness of your kisses on my lips, the living pictures of your face in our children, I will cherish."
He stooped to kiss her as he left, but she drew back trembling.
"No, Frank, not while your lips are warm with the touch of another and your flesh on fire with desire for her. It will be sweet to remember that you wished it—for I know, what you do not, that deep down in your soul of souls you love me. I will abide God's time."
He left her with a smile playing around her sensitive mouth and lighting the shadows of her great dark eyes.
