There, with a wan smile, Angel stood; and with joy, wordless because
unspeakable, they fell almost like dead things into each other's arms.
For an hour they sat thus, and never spoke a word, only stroking each
other's hands and hair. It was so good for each to know that the other
was alive. It took so long for the stored agony in the nerves to relax.
"I haven't eaten a morsel since Wednesday," said Angel, at last.
"Nor I," said Henry.
"Henry, dear, I'm sorry. I know now I was wrong. I give you my word
never to doubt you again."
"Thank you, Angel. Don't let us even think of it any more."
"I couldn't live through it again, darling."
"But it can never happen any more, can it?"
"No!--but--if you ever love any woman better than you love me, you'll
tell me, won't you? I could bear that better than to be deceived."
"Yes, Angel, I promise to tell you."
"Well, we're really happy again now--are we? I can hardly believe it--"
"You didn't see me outside your house last night, did you?"
"Henry!"
"Yes, I was there. And I watched you carry the light into your bedroom,
and when you came to the window to draw down the blind, I thought you
must have seen me.
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