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come to that, and I was content to let it be. The smell of the woods that day, the chill brown earth beneath me, the blowing wind, the long stretch of the river gleaming between the pines,… and fair in sight the white sails of the Patience and the Deliverance. I had been too nigh gone then to greatly care that I was saved; now I cared, and thanked God for my life. Come what might in the future, the past was mine. Though I should never see my wife again, I had that hour in the state cabin of the Ge- orge. I loved, and was loved again. There was a noise outside the door, and Rolfe's voice speak- ing to the gaoler. Impatient for his entrance I started toward the door, but when it opened he made no move to cross the threshold. "I am not coming in," he said, with a face that he strove to keep grave. "I only came to bring some one else." With that he stepped back, and a second figure, coming for- ward out of the dimness behind him, crossed the threshold. It was a woman, cloaked and hooded. The door was drawn to be- hind her, and we were alone together. Beside the cloak and hood she wore a riding mask. "Do you know who it is?" she asked, when she had stood, so shrouded, for a long minute, during which I had found no words with which to welcome her. "Yea," I answered: "the princess in the fairy tale." She freed her dark hair from its covering, and unclasping her cloak let it drop to the floor. "Shall I unmask?" she asked, with a sigh. "Faith! I should keep the bit of silk between your eyes, sir, and my blushes. Am I ever to be the forward one? Do you not think me too bold a lady?" As she spoke, her white hands were busy about the fastening of her mask. "The knot is too hard," she murmured, with a little tremulous laugh and a catch of her breath. I untied the ribbons.
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Deliverance.
I had been too nigh gone then to greatly care that I was
saved; now I cared, and thanked God for my life. Come what
might in the future, the past was mine. Though I should never
see my wife again, I had that hour in the state cabin of the Ge-
orge. I loved, and was loved again.
There was a noise outside the door, and Rolfe's voice speak-
ing to the gaoler. Impatient for his entrance I started toward
the door, but when it opened he made no move to cross the
threshold. "I am not coming in," he said, with a face that he
strove to keep grave. "I only came to bring some one else."
With that he stepped back, and a second figure, coming for-
ward out of the dimness behind him, crossed the threshold. It
was a woman, cloaked and hooded. The door was drawn to be-
hind her, and we were alone together.
Beside the cloak and hood she wore a riding mask. "Do you
know who it is?" she asked, when she had stood, so shrouded,
for a long minute, during which I had found no words with
which to welcome her.
"Yea," I answered: "the princess in the fairy tale."
She freed her dark hair from its covering, and unclasping her
cloak let it drop to the floor. "Shall I unmask?" she asked, with
a sigh. "Faith! I should keep the bit of silk between your eyes,
sir, and my blushes. Am I ever to be the forward one? Do you
not think me too bold a lady?" As she spoke, her white hands
were busy about the fastening of her mask. "The knot is too
hard," she murmured, with a little tremulous laugh and a catch
of her breath.
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