Book the Second - the Golden Thread
20. XX. A Plea
The supplication touched him home. "I will always remember it, dear
Heart! I will remember it as long as I live."
He bent over the golden head, and put the rosy lips to his, and folded
her in his arms. If one forlorn wanderer then pacing the dark streets,
could have heard her innocent disclosure, and could have seen the drops
of pity kissed away by her husband from the soft blue eyes so loving of
that husband, he might have cried to the night--and the words would not
have parted from his lips for the first time--
"God bless her for her sweet compassion!"