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kill you. Edith, it would have happened. You have heard my story--you
know all--the dreadful secret that has held us asunder. It is for
you to say whether I can be forgiven or not."

She had all the time been sitting, her face hidden in her hands, never
stirring or speaking. Now she arose and fell once more on her knees
beside him, tears pouring from her eyes. She drew his head into her
arms, she stooped down, and, for the first time in her life, kissed
again and again the lips of the man she had married.

"Forgive you!" she said. "O my husband, my martyr! It is I who must
be forgiven! _You_ are an angel, not a man!"




CHAPTER VI.

THE LAST ENDING OF THE TRAGEDY.


An hour later, when Lady Helena softly opened the door and came in,
she found them still so, his weak head resting in her arms as she
knelt, her bowed face hidden, her falling tears hardly yet dried.
One look into his radiant eyes, into the unspeakable  and 
of his face, told her the story. All had been revealed, all had been
forgiven. On the anniversary of their most  wedding-day
husband