Winter Evening Tales by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr (books to read now TXT) 📖

I was doing, 'Jessy! darling Jessy!' She stood quite still, looking toward me. Oh, how beautiful she was! And when at length we clasped hands, and I gazed into her eyes, I knew without a word that my love had come to me."

"She had waited a whole year?"

"True; I liked her the better for that. After Will's death she went to Scotland--put both herself and me out of temptation. She owed this much to the memory of a man who had loved her as well as he was capable of doing. But I know how happy were the steps that brought her back to the Guadalupe, and that warm spring afternoon under the jasmine vine paid for all. I am the happiest man in all the wide world."
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Publication Date: 08-05-2010

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