"Yes, I'm--crying a little! I don't do it often, dear--tears don't
easily come with me. But now I'm crying because--oh, because I'm so
proud--so proud to have won such a wonderful love. Good night--good
night! Oh, break your word for once--kiss me, my husband!"
So while she knelt to him thus, he kissed her until she sighed and
stirred in his embrace. Then she rose and hand in hand they crossed the
room and he opened the door; for a blissful moment they stood there
silent in the shadows, but when he would have kissed her again she
laughed at him through her tears and fled from him up the wide stairway.
CHAPTER XLIII
HOW SPIKE GOT EVEN
A clock in the hall without struck midnight, but Ravenslee sat on long
after the silvery chime had died away, his chin sunk on broad chest, his
eyes staring blindly at the fading embers, lost in profound but joyful
meditation; once he turned to look where she had stood beside the
mantel, and once he reached out to touch the thrice-blessed chair that
had held her.
The curtains stirred and rustled at the open window behind him, but he
sat looking into the flickering fire, seeing there pictures of the
future, and the future was full of a happiness beyond words, for in
every picture Hermione moved.
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