Oh, I am punished for having listened to every voice but the voice of my own heart where you were concerned. Had I loved you earlier - had I owned it earlier..."
"It had still been too late," he said, more to comfort her than because he knew it to be so. "Be brave for my sake, Ruth. You can be brave, I know - so well. Listen, sweet. Your words have made me happy. Mar not this happiness of mine by sending me out in grief at your grief."
Her response to his prayer was brave, indeed. Through her tears came a faint smile to overspread her face so white and pitiful.
"We shall meet soon again," she said.
"Aye - think on that," he bade her, and pressed her to him. "Good-bye, sweet! God keep you till we meet!" he added, his voice infinitely tender.
"Mr. Wilding!" Wentworth's voice called him, and the captain thrust the door open a foot or so. "Mr. Wilding!"
"I am coming," he answered steadily. He kissed her again, and on that kiss of his she sank against him, and he felt her turn all limp.
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