Glory was in the face
of the master of Fort o' God. He seemed not to see Philip--he
seemed to see nothing but the picture that was turned against the
wall. He strode across the room, his great shoulders straightened,
his shaggy head erect, and with the pride of one revealing first
to human eyes the masterpiece of his soul and life he turned the
picture so that the radiant face of the wife and mother looked
down upon him. And was it fancy that for a fleeting moment the
smile left the beautiful lips, and a light, soft and luminous,
pleading for love and forgiveness, filled the eyes of Jeanne's
mother? Philip trembled. Jeanne came across to him silently, and
crept into his arms. And then, slowly, the master of Fort o' God
turned toward them and stretched out both of his great arms.
"My children!" he said.
XXV
All that night the storm came out of the north and east. Hours
after Jeanne and her father had left him Philip went quietly from
his room, passed down the hall, and opened the outer door. He
could hear the gale whistling over the top of the great rock, and
moaning in the spruce and cedar forest, and he closed the door
after him, and buried himself in the darkness and wind.
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